“… I saw a man under tremendous pressure to determine when he felt like working, receive millions of dollars a year, and have tons of women trying to sleep with him all the time.”
Journalists were apparently forced to sign a secrecy clause to keep the story from the world.
Two eyes show two streets separate.
The one walks along normal, like it has
a day to live out.
The only downside to this life are the Hunters, otherwise known as Demon Slayers.
I have a friend who says the “N”:
A Whiteboy who’s crazy as sin.
It feels instinctive to say that the death of Alexander Solzhenitsyn marks an end of an era. Which era, though?
“What a shocking twist! A woman pilot?! I hope she has enough sass! Ooh, and you know what would be really surprising? If she was actually vulnerable underneath her tough exterior!”
Rise and Shine,
Wake and Bake,
That’s when he set his driver’s license on the table to prove he wasn’t really Al, but Alyoso The Bounty Hunter.
Them’s fightin’ words,
A whispered Push,
That the whole world heard
Like a bomb from the Bush.