THE LANGUAGE OF HAMMER
Lord Maleficent, I was Hazy Hell to your
Charles Martel. I walked the seacoast banister
blindly as the seas roared to a raging swell. I
never minded a thing. Someone won a million
dollars for eating pipecoat peppercorns.
No, no it could never be me.
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In the suit and tie nearby, a swaddling baby of
a man was bragging of his Maserati - 'It's all
bad manners, and an engine roar not heard
before.' His jagged vest exploded, and a
crowd came out to see.
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