May 6, 2009

Lacramose Laughter

Multiple visits spread over more than one day, but it wasn't rape, it wasn't rape, I gave it up for my country, and then I came back and they plugged me into the monocomputer and it came up rejected, now this bridge is mine, everything underneath, and first dibs on the steam grate in winter. And you're no better. Africa or Mexico worse. We're all layed low, and it makes not a damn to the wobbly turning.