A Soft, Wet, Pulpy Mass
Jun 4th, 2007 | By Shabaas | Category: The Cat WagonSo, my special lady (which I say with all the fervor of a stank, dance-fighting greaser with a 4th grade sensibility but the know-how to build a chopper - with my alcoholic father who smells like Tom Waits’ voice sounds - that will take me as far as Flagstaff, where I subsequently find myself, get [...]