And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something. — Stan Rice Copy Share Image
And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something. — Stan Rice Copy Share Image
“The Murder Burger is served right here. You need not wait at the gate of Heaven for unleavened death. You can be a goner… — Stan Rice Copy Share Image
“And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.” — Stan Rice Copy Share Image
“And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.” — Stan Rice Copy Share Image
“The goons are at the gate again. Beware my friends, lest they be you. (from "Censorship")” — Stan Rice Copy Share Image
Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease, so bend. The sun is in the tree. Put your mouth on mine. Bend down… — Stan Rice Copy Share Image
