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s, prince charles, candyman:day of the dead, 1998, kink, joe pesci, traditional art, disco, algierian, lust, crash(widescreen edition), u,
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It was up to big John Scotus Erigena to bust the ballgame wide open, and almost did. He drove two out of the park that went foul by inches. He was thinking about that when the pope called the third strike. J U S T A seth S A G U S T Walking past a young man shitting his boxer on a breezy B'way corner just as a gust blows under the dog's distended ass and sweeps the all too fresh odor to my seth nose reminds me of something I read of Dante's Florence, which "was, thanks to the prosperity and initiative of its citizens, in many ways ahead of its time. Streets were paved and drainage was well provided for, but since all transportation was by horseback, and goods and supplies were borne through the streets on mules and donkeys, the condition of the streets was all but indescribable;" No, dear professor, it is: over the first pavement lay a second, thanks to the prosperity and initiative of the animals, which couldn't be drained away, oh no which couldn't be rinsed off the streets -- like the hair of Allesio Interminei otherwise unknown except for his shitful head (what fabulous and hateful bullshit he must have spread) that Dante gave him in hell.
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