Romeo Gestures

I seek something waxy by the way stimulants and buzz bombs violate by way of congestion. This is the whole point of these programs. Still young enough, I guess, knowing meaning from newsreels chain smoking , always after leathery hips a false and supple style chasing dice harebrained to unearth long strings of saints in plastic. But it’s more than an unseen presence. it governs odd pairs of milky lenses. I wince at the picture of some other bride warmed by tobacco. I clutch an empty blanket, thankfully I hear whimpers.