A Website Of Age And Decay

Her photo did not flatter. Even the casual observer, the one without an interest in any of life's offerings would see the blemish; eyes as dead as ancient stones, a dullard's pebbles, stuck perpetually inside a stump, but what they all observed, while shrugging, at a loss for words and body signs, no contact would be made it was the teeth, one could, with some precision take a whiff of halitosis, sure there were the potions for, and they did work a tiny bit until one turned one's face, then to return, a toxic huff. Words fell from deep within into a quite reluctant world. You'd think, so said the bum leaning against the pissoir, that she would choose with care, perhaps a real Tie would serve to take the lead and fool the fans?