Month: January 2017

Words of an old wise monk.

Be wary of the man who rides a white horse.

He hits harder than the law, son.

Abe sinned  like all other men.

He hatched a plan behind her hazel eyes.

Cain, you tell my brother’s reefer?

I’m engaged in a psychedelic war.

A lewd sip double they called it.

My double edged roll is now blunt.