Learn About Rainby Dixon LaRue ![]() June 23, 2003 The rain falls wet like
sloppery skittles from the mouth of a stupid dog. The beautiful rain, it coats the trees like sex lubricant. But that's where the rivers come from. The rain slides down the trees like sweat down the crack of your ass and puddles on the ground where a child could drown if it were sleeping or hog-tied or just plain stupid. Those puddles slink across the soil like creeping wet things to form creeks, which conspire to form streams which fuck together into rivers. Rivers are like a freeway of water drops, all the drops cutting each other off and screaming profanely. You can hear them. But it's not like a freeway because ducks can't float on the freeway or logs or alligators with frogs on their backs. Quick! Jump in the hole with the fly! Where frog sex can occur and the bonus round is secured. The rain fills up the ocean and lakes, but in the roundabout way, like a drunk peeing on the wall, instead of in the dixie cup you gave him. Nature is like that dirty drunk. That is the lesson. Quote of the Day“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. They have to, because let's face it—you're never going to support yourself as a fucking poet, cheech.”-B.S. Eliode Fortune 500 CookieExpect a big upturn in your finances when a bag of silver dollars dropped from a skyscraper nearly kills you. People flock to your show when The New York Times calls you "Stomp for people who wish Stomp would just fucking die already." The court case is decided this week and you now legally have bragging rights. Lucky meat substitutes: Soy, tofu, tofurkey, a McDonald's hamburger.Try again later. Top 5 Movies with Top in the Title
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