Your voice...incongruously mellow as you'd relate each blood-soaked detail, was accompanied by the jangling, twanging clang of a dreadnought's bronze plated strings...extending tendrilous through the muggy, South Texas air.
also feels like announcing that today was the art festival/talent show at his school. Anywho...there were a few parents who got in on the talent show, and one of the moms did an interpretive hula hoop dance
like announcing that the guy who's been the art teacher's substitute the last few days, at his school, closely resembles and has a similar voice/speech pattern as the Chick-Fil-A-loving Satanist from this last