Possibly the most demented, devious and dark thoughts brood from the sunniest of days... like a head-gash off'a thick and dry tree bark with all its echoing glories of splinters and winters gone by. And the misery thus seeks company and finds a corner bar by the wayside. Or the Ark. Point Pleasant Beach is pretty but ain't that endearing.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Delocations of the Dislocated
Possibly the most demented, devious and dark thoughts brood from the sunniest of days... like a head-gash off'a thick and dry tree bark with all its echoing glories of splinters and winters gone by. And the misery thus seeks company and finds a corner bar by the wayside. Or the Ark. Point Pleasant Beach is pretty but ain't that endearing.
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