Crumbling Conversations"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow, and an arm are very, very different...neither is the measure of a master creatora long waving stave of divinity.",the matriarch said, baring a strangle hold on the wrangled mouldas she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.Clearly a 'Ms. Under'... standing heeled and balanced in the cracksHiney Man looked onas mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one."And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assurethe kind that kittens with mittens adore...", the matriarch finally felt fit to admitas the crowd failed to roar and the bulb never lit.
RevolutionistsSuch a good question;When will we listen to the Revolutionists?