Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wednesday changes nothing, Acrobat Ted often eats *pudding* plasma. Whether we cock dinosaur or eat babies or eat their little toes. Period of prisoner warfare is paint swathed fine. Black shine frozen, sworn, melting on ice cream that Billy scissored/slurped. Swans spit fire and other liquid people. Period of dangerous gravity justifies therapy, quivering, from my butterscotch Scotch. Silver skillets sizzle Seth Landman’s hairy weewee, weally?, oui!