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(J.S.) Colorado is indescribably something that refuses to admit it. Squelch the inanity! Obliterated by the bicoastal disenfranchised mongers of adrenaline and progress, this frape of red-blooded freaks keeps the machinery of America pumping like the well-lubed sloppy seconds that She is. Monkeywrenching childish relationships founded for such reasons of reduced winter electric bills, the Chumming.com staff high-profiled themselves and earned the attention, usually afforded the Drunk and Stupid, of this culture which requires a good sense of rumor. Timing is everything though, so this white bread State of Denial let us take just a wee peek underneath her sheets to spy her dirty little secrets, us grateful but all the while distracted by expectations of lusty West coast roller derby bitches. With the altitude adding to the black magic potion prescribed the crew by local friend and physicianado Dr. Tequila n Mota, the spell of destinesia was only mildly and briefly effective, though half of the staff - myself included - were misinformed by the emotional weather report that called for high pressure radar love. "Don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows," 'cause the chumming staff knows it really moves west, where if it takes 40 oz. to freedom in the city, Jah will provide in them there hills.
J.S.tramp
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