El Coooler
to paraphrase Kipling, I'm able to run the gammut of emotions from joy to sincerity to sadness, and treat all 3 imposters the same.Im a orchestra without an audience. A petrarchan sonnet without a reader.....190 pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal, the man of the hour, the man with the power, too sweet to be sour. Men want to be me and women want to be with me...
someone..........sound ........ as ........a.........pound.......