old desk job by-gones malleable wrought ruins blac (Remove filter)
Desk Job (02/21/2013)
Pig's iron, shining on the dead eye's pistol.
Forged soft in the furnace of Manilla summer nights.
Even Kingpin's dreams can go awry, much like holding a world's weight in sand
worth just as much as you can't seem to hold.
What a miserbale business this is.
Deadening the nerves, overflowing with checks and balances;
Component after component, traded, bought, and sold, for little pieces of...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 4:13 pm
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on The Angelus Prayer (The Holy Family Church, Gaza 17 Jul 25)
1 hour ago
LEON STOLGARD on To Heaven Or To Hell …
6 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Go green NOW and stay alive !!
6 hours ago
JOHN F B TUCKER on THE STERILISED HOTEL
6 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Tarnishment
6 hours ago
Ray Miller on Watching Glastonbury On The TV
10 hours ago
David RL Moore on What of Courage?
13 hours ago
Martin Elder on Go green NOW and stay alive !!
16 hours ago
Martin Elder on THE STERILISED HOTEL
16 hours ago
Jon on Waves
1 day ago