The Color of My Blade Is Chartreuseby Leslie Binkle ![]() June 9, 2003 Who can compare
the green of a sunset to the gray of a ham? Or the scarlet water that trickles down very nearly without a sound as the brown sky spans overhead… Have truer words been said? The vivid purple blood that gushes from a wound is beautiful on the crimson grass and the amber skin of an expiring lass. Striking, like a baboon's blue ass. When a black sunset burns your retinas to crust as you admire the canary yellow of a marble bust and remember all the other girls you've known and how they never call when you sit home alone. You know why the orange robin sings as you bitterly eat the magenta pudding it stings like a note from a lover penned in turquoise blood like a body hitting the floor with a thud or a heart cavity all encrusted with crud. She never calls like she said she would and she probably wouldn't even if she could even if you hadn't chopped her like a violet lemon rind after that bitch said you might be colorblind. Quote of the Day“Don't run if you can walk. Don't walk if you can stand. Don't stand if you can sit. Don't sit if you can lie down. Don't like down if you can sleep. Don't sleep if you can be put into a medically induced coma. Don't be put into a medically induced coma if you can kick back in an iron lung and have machines shit for you. Don't do any of that if golf is on TV.”-Lazy Larry Lisbaine Fortune 500 CookieYou're gonna die this week. Sorry we couldn't put a more clever spin on that. In the meantime, try pouring sugar on your cereal instead of milk. Fuck it, what's anybody gonna do about it now? If it's any consolation, almost everyone in the world doesn't know you're alive anyway. This week's lucky coffin models: Dirt Rocket III, Econo-Sarcophagus Jr, The Spruce Moose, Office Max Moving Box Model 223117, The Bobsled to Hell, Spring-Loaded Jokester's Delight, Seventh Generation Biodegradable Grandma Sack, foot locker in your ex-boyfriend's closet.Try again later. Top-Grossing Documentaries
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