Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

he looked about them as she did, pivoting his head from side to side as he assimilated the full extent of their "gene pool cleansing" (you know, for the greater good of the world). never before had the raven feasted his eyes upon such lovely oceanfront property. were he capable he would have bought a beach house and parked it smack where they stood.

bonnie and clyde once again reconvened in the nucleus of gore and morbid recreation, her cawing return inspiring him to puff merrily, and in response to her question he picked at a feather stuck in the sand, breathed to life on the tail of a seafaring current. "bartok would be delighted! de-lighted!" he hooted with an affirmative nod of his head, his gizzard spasming with sudden hunger.