He just keeps on twisting. the wind keeps making him away.
spinning slowly back and forth like a pendulum on the clock
but the initial sight of our pall george the neighbor who is married to that whore nextdoor.
He must of hurt inside because he went and got liquor at the corner market. he used to go there before and he get tore up . cup by cup until enough was enough. he'd start trying to load his pistol try to work up the balls to kill his...