August 13, 2012
1.She moved across the room like a peeled avocado. 2. She looked like she could dismantle a battleship with her teeth. 3. He eyed me funny, so I bent his turban. 4. When I introduced his jaw to my fist, he made a face first inspection of the cheap carpeting.
December 12, 2009
fleet indian red rummaging dustlike on the plain buffalo hat You get the idea. Me? They call me Fillip Flan — poet and private eye. So she said, “I want to raise your shamrock.” She opened her blouse. My shamrock rose. Salute. I kiss your clerical ruby wine lips. I said, “The night whines on [...]