the butcher's tools. Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. The sand is a richochet. Taste my grit? Through the motions and waving wishes to your confidence and
by standards and we give ourselves all the credit. I can't put my finger on it, but i can see it. Tell them all to chalk me out with oval arms and hopscotch
shark. Stop the start, these are my disguises. Vinegar and water gave the end away. Bought my stocks and lost 'em while the suitcase said: "Let's go outside and
that takes your ears in rations, sets a plate to feed the stifled steel. If there's a nurse that feeds your germ soaked dinners on a tray of bones and