Like a manic, like a clown I was running for life all through town. What the chaser did not know, slithering throat here now is my fun.… Read more “Runnin’ through town”
Like a manic, like a clown I was running for life all through town. What the chaser did not know, slithering throat here now is my fun.… Read more “Runnin’ through town”
Little Pocket Journal 