the weight
of the gun the weight
of remorse
of the gun the weight
of remorse
posted by Jim Tantillo at 3/27/2006 01:11:00 PM
Monday, March 27, 2006
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6 Comments:
roadkill...
the hunter begins
to drool
fall approaches
the sudden urge to vaporize
small mammals
roadkill...
can you say
hematoma?
fall approaches
the sudden urge to vaporize
animal rights wackos
jim tantillo,
i read frank zappai's profile,
and i'm sorry i left my comment
under something he wrote. he's too
much of a pig, and he sounds like a twelve year old boy. but you mr.
T are welcome to visit me if you
ever "hunt" in the newberry,
michigan area.
sally
hunting season
i charge the city boys
a little more
paradise inn
i ask the hunter
to show me his rifle
spring blossoms
stalking the wild androgynous
anti-hunter
what do you mean "anti hunting?"
read your profile frank, you sound
like an adolescent pig. even a working girls like a gentleman.
sally
hunter's orange
i come
alive!
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