The whatchamaloo has it like, in the matchbox, but wider.
We chose to live the way we did because we could.
As if it was something we could have predicted.
As if it was something we could have procured.
From the smell of the place they hadn't used a wipe of windex since the plaster was peeling and the roaches were feeding.
But it was liberty that we sought.
We got.
We took and the capes are bountiful.
The hats are good too!
Ahh the hats.
That shop keeps on not going out of business, they must be doing something right.
Something with the location of the preceding street, I think it's with the twinkle in the old mans eye.. it makes me feel, discreet, mildly perturbed, kinda horny.