The Headless Horsewoman got here By day , by night , I go headless, I go craving. Under the lunatic lights: writhing, or through the passage along the river naked I call for it , my own erosion . The neck mimics something but it ...

Cold Feet was a futile, weak-handed little coward.

If you're coming to visit for the weekend, I'll free up Saturday for you.

Continuous Collisions of Newton's Cradle (Executive Ball Clicker) in CMS