Mark's Pages
October 2, 2010:
I like this state, they make the cops wear bow ties.
Across the border the water tastes like oil.
Snow falls faintly, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
I like this state, they make the cops wear bow ties.
Across the border the water tastes like oil.
Snow falls faintly, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.