by zero/of/the/day
January 25, 2008
It’s a dark and stormy morning for the Hounds of Basketcase. We rejoin them on the precipice of a nation, desparate for kicks, loyal to 12. These hounds are not for the Jones’; these are muzzle tusslers. K-9 intuition in the body of what scares us most. The little one, his name is Lil Committmentphobe, [...]
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by BillyPilgrim
January 23, 2008
Ah Yes! The inevitable premeditated sword through the chest. Ah Yes! Thick lies Laid out to announce The thrusting end. Ah Yes! I must have forgotten the wrenching force with which others play, day to day. . . . day to worthless day.
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