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…