Monday, August 11, 2014

Piecing together pieces of a true American life in a microphone session of hope is not taste broken by liability. Men agree on time of day moods.

Fear of the hoplophobe by the hoplophilicmaniac is funny. The trees change colors faster than the mood of a monster from shit minded hate.

Change is more than a penny in the rough.

Never Again.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Light trade done poorly is terror befuddled with anxiety predicted.

Terror for strange human limits of choice is not always broken timing for doors of glowing human interest. Time is not casual hate.

Terror has no inside predictive value.

Never again.