tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456794677485572509.post836554457968931293..comments2018-12-23T19:32:07.837-06:00Comments on Bristling Behind the Curtain: Wolfgang and GertrudeMiriamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12869668727073908533noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456794677485572509.post-13052183065179779582011-08-06T12:35:16.156-05:002011-08-06T12:35:16.156-05:00Herd of cattle running up and down the stairs . . ...Herd of cattle running up and down the stairs . . . herd of cattle running through my second heart. Dropped unmentionables on the stairs or in my prayers . . . It's all the same. Those breadcrumbs are "the window to the soul." Some think it's the eyes, but I think it's the breadcrumbs.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456794677485572509.post-1032064455469519282009-12-28T09:42:34.547-06:002009-12-28T09:42:34.547-06:00If you've never met a man who's the real d...If you've never met a man who's the real deal, you haven't met Wolfgang Buhler. It's not a joke...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456794677485572509.post-52932224924394527742009-12-22T15:07:09.224-06:002009-12-22T15:07:09.224-06:00Stud. Stanky stud.Stud. Stanky stud.Nathannoreply@blogger.com