Bringing Home the Freshest Kill

A love odyssey at When Falls the Coliseum.


Rockabilly Girl said her punk rawk blog, Abba Cadaver, allowed her to “excrete neuroses via the printed word.”

I felt like I was standing on the edge of a volcano. Yeah, I said it. The chicks were hott. Even with their vast carpets of back-hair.

There was some heavy, industrial music coming from their moist apertures. The air was thick with cred.

I felt like a lawn jockey in comparison, a dead-end turd from a lifeless cul de sac…

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