We'll meet again in the place where forgotten dreams stitch the seams of moon beams.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Olympus Mons Pubis or the hubris of Anubis anointed the corn pone cunts collecting candy corn in a coon's age, as local yokels yodeling laments of the Yuletide or lullaby sacraments of cyanide harassed heretical whores of Honduran hesitance, pestilence and common sense assaulted asinine oligarchs obnoxious in their octopi.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
We left for the Poconos apropos, enjoying the platypus twats and gingerbread blots served at the buffets for masturbation moratoriums and gang bang emporiums. The ichor of gonorrhea and rites of Santería gratified me in their bubonic colonic rapture, even as the holistic hoarders without borders scratched their phantom limbs on jungle gyms.