her religion set in gold
alchemical sagas challenge
patriarchal flaws - the posse
fails to efface this outlaw doll
she'll tangle you up
genuflect in the fresh
buffalo chips with a four-strand
braid of barbed-wire at your jugular
she'll bleed you preachably mute
better-known frontier figures
have tried and had less influence
on wives; and marriage brokers die
on the day of the arrangement black
roses wilt in their funerary vase of
skullduggery
idolatry foreshadows
the sinecurist; her thriving
community of saloons and
whorehouses boast an audience
deserving of her careful planning why
Sweetwater rules!
While I am loathe to admit it, it's those patriarchal flaws that have gotten this world to the sorry state that it's in today. Just make sure you stay ahead of that posse.... I have described myself as a horrified observer of human nature. I will also admit that I concur with your conclusion. Here's a tip of the old ten-gallon fer yuh....
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
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