the love song of c. heston.
a lukewarm revolver and settling wisp smoke constitute the remaining bits of motion in the bedroom of our dear friend c. heston.
acending this embalmed body of bitter bitter hands grasping. Flowing in sinewy cold dead tendons, arms and shoulders and head of our stubborn stubborn man Moses.
God of guns savior took a too too long lapse from civil rights fights, got lost in the desert forty days, forty nights. No matter.
a lukewarm revolver and settling wisp smoke constitute the remaining bits of motion in the bedroom of our dear friend c. heston.
acending this embalmed body of bitter bitter hands grasping. Flowing in sinewy cold dead tendons, arms and shoulders and head of our stubborn stubborn man Moses.
God of guns savior took a too too long lapse from civil rights fights, got lost in the desert forty days, forty nights. No matter.
_6deana9_:
yes, but i like madamex better... i like the letter x....* 