Sammy Jankis
Was it me?
I want to believe for a minute
In the moment when the Obamas dally on the lawn with the new first dog, in the easy smiles and friendly press corps banter.
But under the nictitating membrane of satan's eye, the translucent reality projector screen, the chasmic void of satanic anti-vision spirals downward.
In the moment when the Obamas dally on the lawn with the new first dog, in the easy smiles and friendly press corps banter.
But under the nictitating membrane of satan's eye, the translucent reality projector screen, the chasmic void of satanic anti-vision spirals downward.
