300feetdown

300 Feet Below Ground is where old shows go to await eternal slumber. Majestic hair & pixieish elfin. Patriotic ice cream. Down in the basement. Confirmed bachelors & puffy-skirted petite blondes. Building mgrs., eagle sons, grey t-shirts, cupcakes & cheese balls. Bookshelves, flying leaps, catastrofucks, kilns. Bowling lessons. Tumbling. Auctions. Quad Cities. Middle-aged homos. It’s REAL! I'm following my dreams, Chuck. Now it's time to go home and take off my pants-it's just something I do. Only The Shadow Knows.