The truth fills my lungs Pollution lies in men’s souls Cadavers are pure SEvens

The truth fills my lungs Pollution lies in men’s souls Cadavers are pure SEvens
None will be saved, said The sensitive artist, Pops His daughter goes first SEvans
Three guilty men sat The archangel passed over Their unworthy souls SEvans
Bearded justice plies The weary watcher with wine Truth sets no man free SEvens
Keep to your Black House My warnings fail to arouse I ignore them, too — SEvens
Betrayal within The rocky man poses for Reality’s lie — SEvens
It’s easy to drink away a conscience. It’s easy to drink away me. Drinking away Burke Devlin? Impossible. Sevens
On the collinsporthistoricalsociety.com interview, someone pondered my decision to start new viewers so late into the series. This was a better platform for me to respond. The website that hosts Cousin Barnabas, which may be […]
Ep. 236. Maggie’s at the Old House, and Barnabas and Willie do outstanding contracting work. I’ve seen Sam’s beatnik hovel. This is a pretty good upgrade, blood-poisoned, hypnosis notwithstanding. No disrespect to Sam. By the […]
“I’ll call it power of suggestion on the alcohol-soaked mind of a fool.” — Roger Collins, ep. 146