Joshua Crawford:
Death of a rabbit
Joshua Crawford:
Face to face that I shall meet him
Joshua Crawford:
The lean man looked puzzled
Joshua Crawford:
Simorgh
Joshua Crawford:
And all my gifts I gave
Joshua Crawford:
Amongst the lilies there to fade
Joshua Crawford:
Night after night they hang banded together, keeping silent.
Joshua Crawford:
Old age steps gingerly
Joshua Crawford:
The innocence of your quivering stammer lifts me between the blue and a star
Joshua Crawford:
And someone, silently, above their heads, knits a blue stocking in the old style
Joshua Crawford:
Bop
Joshua Crawford:
Ro
Joshua Crawford:
Tuo
Joshua Crawford:
These new schemes make sense, but...
Joshua Crawford:
His grinniness as a guest at First Communions or Bar Mizvahs
Joshua Crawford:
BANG! followed by comical exhalation of breath
Joshua Crawford:
I went on a chourney...
Joshua Crawford:
They shall not know that there is none like me
Joshua Crawford:
Jacques
Joshua Crawford:
Drowns himself to death
Joshua Crawford:
Lawrence of Euphoria
Joshua Crawford:
Prepare to be mugged
Joshua Crawford:
I will show you fear in a handful of dust
Joshua Crawford:
Y-you're no friend of mine! Your name's not Rance -- it's Crane!
Joshua Crawford:
I couldn't admit as much when we spoke, could I? You'd never have rented the hall to me.
Joshua Crawford:
Phallic and ambrosial
Joshua Crawford:
The twitching of three abdominal nerves is incapable of producing a lasting Nirvana
Joshua Crawford:
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts in whiteness
Joshua Crawford:
Let there be commerce between us
Joshua Crawford:
Oda Nobunaga
