the narrative:
my friend felt like a girl under worship
trudge together through delirious and hot chocolate
the imperative:
death of a mother by sausage
please stop shaking the fluffy fiddle puppy at her breast
smear sweet lather on your shadow
always incubate repulsive language
yes you may beat up a drunk wet purple honey finger
watch their peaches
the philosophic:
a languid flood would recall my power
sleep after a bitter vision
3 comments:
a languid flood would recall my power.
All cool!
But no attributed tos!
please stop shaking the fluffy fiddle puppy at her breast
*chuckling*
I might haffta steal that one!
We used to do that too, but now we have a fridge that isn't magnetic.
Cheers
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