It Was My Own Doctor Who

The report was even louder, this time I watched, Dr.who, slow it down the bullet just spun through the air, de- verb-ed tied to a string, dancing through me in and out, you laughed at my faces inability to comprehend my understanding maybe one, two holes at the most but over twenty? Heavily fruitful Jayne steeped in his personal assistant did realize such fancies as delightful as you make them sound need to be conserved for a much wider guidance of divisiveness. Happy wild Jayne plugs all the holes with her finger's. What was I to gain by watching you give me desert on a string, while I watched from the other room not quite as hungry. James McLain Sunday, May 3, 2009