Poets.

I got an email from somebody called Christophe Dominguez, subject name Re: iomen dedicate, thus suggesting i emailed him first (i didn't). I would have thought it was a piece of poetry from an anonymous stalker but it came with a picture of tablets ranging from viagra ($3.33) to xanax ($1.42). I'm not going to reply.

"followed my guide up a stony path to the entrance with my weary

by name-and we have never been introduced. Of course if you were

could stumble over they had lifted him and were following the guard,

where all this might have ended if Floyd hadnt made a disgustingly

his clothes had been near soap and water. And he talked about unclean!

going on in this place. Ill bet on nature and some kind of connection

Nor was it a real pool.

that manner and assumed it was the local dialect.

booklet, a canteen of distilled water, as well as a weeks supply of

musical numbers from the archaic junk. He proved to be a good hand at

drinking buddy, Admiral Benbow.

Two days? And I had like maybe six and a half to live unless the

our rehearsal studio. Zach whispered in my ear. I recognize him-"