B.A.L.L. - Bird/Period (1988)
Possessing neither a sense of right, left or wrong, Timmy usually just spun dizzily in place for hours on end while assuming he was making his way from bedroom to bathroom, from work to home, abattoir to graveyard. His trail, a whirling galactic impression of blood smeared across a dozen states, was still somehow missed by the servants of a dozen law enforcement agencies.
2 comments:
Thanks again for this great Kramer post. The best of BALL on one CD!
hey cool, i really love those shimmy-posts. thankyou!
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