The Devil's Salesman comes up smelling of roses and brimestone. A 20 carat smile upon his lips and a tongue that wouldn't melt butter in August. He does his bidden with joy and never returns home without a full carpet bag of souls. He will say of course that they wanted it, they just never read the finer finest print.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The Devil's Salesman
The Devil's Salesman comes up smelling of roses and brimestone. A 20 carat smile upon his lips and a tongue that wouldn't melt butter in August. He does his bidden with joy and never returns home without a full carpet bag of souls. He will say of course that they wanted it, they just never read the finer finest print.
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