Thursday, July 5, 2012

and the rarest drunk of them all

is rather tipsy these last two weeks. very, very tip to the top of my turvy nose.

and the rash and one tick, removed:

but life is all a song, life isn't this:

it's living.

and so life a song among thronging thongs:

nemesis, name:

greek, goddess:

righteous vengeance.

rob voreck, stettle aside!

i ain't no quarrel with you

(unless you take their side against


i dare

say your daughter!)

thonk, the moon:

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