Wish I Was Here . .
. .
fasm push 'em
lost an' roll
crock-a-dill
dilly
over the pole
holp
nope
I can't
but would I
could I
nonsense
none of it
all, now,
run dry
"Pinklequickle", my ass...
One Homo Sapient's Slant on Livin' in the USA
. .
fasm push 'em
lost an' roll
crock-a-dill
dilly
over the pole
holp
nope
I can't
but would I
could I
nonsense
none of it
all, now,
run dry
"Pinklequickle", my ass...
Posted by Michael Bains at Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Labels: Cross Posting, existential angst, inanity, poetry, sasha/digweed
2 comments:
I totally just had a seizure from that...
Ha! That's the only reason I can't go clubbin' with my girl. For her that's an Xtremely real possibility.
I LOVE the way the lights and music wig me out. 'Specially with a little assistance in m'blood. ;) An' I'm overdue. Ain't been out since my last trip to Chicago in February. Waaaaay overdue...
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