Patrick Welsh:
States
Patrick Welsh:
resident
Patrick Welsh:
hobson
Patrick Welsh:
x height
Patrick Welsh:
constellation
Patrick Welsh:
cosmic rays makin your teeth yellow like the sun
Patrick Welsh:
Tigers chase men, trap them in trees
Patrick Welsh:
sill
Patrick Welsh:
sunlight disinfects away all of its strangest flavors
Patrick Welsh:
Iu
Patrick Welsh:
rigging
Patrick Welsh:
virginia ladies pride themselves on the quality of their bacon
Patrick Welsh:
Very few people really want to travel in circles.
Patrick Welsh:
shitheel
Patrick Welsh:
inbetween
Patrick Welsh:
second sleep
Patrick Welsh:
but he's singing a little in there,
Patrick Welsh:
here, there nearby, and there faraway
Patrick Welsh:
landscape
Patrick Welsh:
please be careful only in the most perverse way
Patrick Welsh:
notebook
Patrick Welsh:
a sudden light that made me blink
Patrick Welsh:
the reverse being not true
Patrick Welsh:
oathbreaker
Patrick Welsh:
The one who's little path would make me sad
Patrick Welsh:
routine
Patrick Welsh:
Silver
Patrick Welsh:
cruise missile landscape
Patrick Welsh:
Salvo
Patrick Welsh:
For the sake of convenience of implementation of the methodology
