I remember first hearing of this song at 6637 Saint Anne Court in Dallas,Texas, on that tube radio I painted … More
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Soothe the writhing child of panic
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More
Does fear whisper?
does “wrong” cling? does “wrong” point? does it then whisper in your ear “it is time , that you leave … More
Lift the fear, like a child
Lift the fear like a child fallen from a white kite forgotten from the eyes of the cancer wind. One ached … More
Lift the fear, like a child
The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More
The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer
The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer
Favor the fear, like a child
Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.
Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten
Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten
Oh, i remember you … showed me a painting one day
i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes … More
Desertion is a breech birth
Desertion is not diarrhea. Desertion is a breech birth. Bring your soldiers. Bring your infants. Now, men, here’s our plan: … More
I mistook César for Jésus
To whose devices?
We all get one very stupid fucking lieutenant
At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The … More
Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
Sevilla #4: Pepe Moral, #2. #61, LIMOSNERO
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
Sevilla: I will make you shit your breeches
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
Sevilla: The bull he walk off
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More
Córdoba: My mouth is a Moorish gate
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Jerez: ¡ Yeah, gargoyle !
¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More
Jerez: Gargoyle, hija, come meet me at mass,
Gargoyle, hija, come, meet me at mass, where I with flatness of wood shall plan to beat your fungal ass, … More
Sevilla: I, the bull, became more tired than I ever
I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More
blcklst. Bullets we extracted from reviews
Logline In this prequel to CASABLANCA, RICK BLAINE flees the wrath of a Harlem gangster and winds up using his … More
blcklst. Review. 54837. RICK BLAINE flees the wrath of a Harlem gangster
Review Era: 1930s Locations: Globetrotting – NYC to Paris to Africa to Spain Budgets: High Genre: Drama, Adventure Drama, Period … More
blcklst. Review #2. traces the globetrotting adventures that lead to Rick
Review Era: 1930s Locations: New York, Le Havre, Djibouti, Madrid, Paris, Barcelona Budgets: High Genre: Drama, Period Drama, War Epic … More
blcklst. Review #1. RICK BLAINE has adventures around the world
Review Era: 1930s Locations: International Budgets: High Genre: Action & Adventure, War Adventure, Drama, Period Drama, War Drama Logline RICK … More
The Highlander wuz Kurtz, Colonel, Commanding
My Colonel Kurtz’ was Colonel Highlander — a larger-than-life bull of an Infantry officer who was my battalion commander in … More
Connie’s Pyrenees guard dogs holler back cuss-words a
Here in Harper, Texas, Connie’s Pyrenees guard dogs holler back cuss-words and threats back at the coyotes. The male & … More
Thoroughbred Tupelo races mongrel jeep
Based on 3 pictures in 280z seller, Henry, bathroom of life in Montana : Henry’s father behind the wheel … More
We. Watchmaker
We are exact careful precise, watchmaker, we put springs where were their ears we put gears where were … More
wdp: Infants are just targets in tutus
And as all us veterans know Infants are just targets in tutus.
wdp: Who will think of the little shits?
Well, then there’re the children. See, there’s Little Johnny, and if not you, sure not me. Who will think of … More
wdp: Augur the grounding rod, children
jes’ like that The General o your’n We’ll bend you end-over-end for several ends fer weeks on end. Word is … More
Give the war its head. Let it choose …
Give the war its head. Let it choose … who are to be its dead.