reflections in the mirrored granite

a new trilogy from the masters of horror

my own leagues standing is poor

shinning men can't beat me

Disorientated bubbles on the phone

these girls celebrating the bald man

hold on, don't start that story i have to leave in half'n hour

the hardest part is the usual

ranch dressing, 2 for $20

my darts are dull

my eye makeup is running

what are you doing with my feathers

storbe lights on the second floor

my suit is wrinkled take me to the lab

i told you what happens when you drink

what shall we call it

blue eyes looking into the game

everything babe, this is life

people get their kicks on keeping it big

lets all sin together

business men have full bladders

break that shit bitch

come on boys, over the hill

hide the booze the pope is coming over

can i see your picture

i received this notice

playing guitars until my cowboy hat melts

she researched my past

our new outer sports ware, now in a sliver metal

that is just cold hard police work

last time i was here i was a cheerleader

hey brother you stole my stool

while processing the past i became sad

why is it my lies?

not their bodies, their minds

the phoenix is getting paid

scripts about childhood obesity

the rockies are not worth taking to that elevation