![]() Quadrophoniaby Violet Tiara ![]() ![]() February 28, 2005 Love is a many-splendored thing
with tentacles. "Ding-dong, the witch has snacks, that Rax hires blacks and Jack hates jacks. Which old witch? Fool, how many witches you know? Shiiiit." Felt manacles felt fantastical when I was bound to the brownie hound (a giant cartoon dog with a love for fudge, not my dirty neighbor who mooned the judge). To judge the moon is to prune your doom, its mood is construed as rude by those who've measured its glows. The hose grows a nose when I close my eyes to a slit but peek a bit and the world lies in blurs the size of the space on my face where the air escapes. Seeping sleep hisses out of your pores while little brother pisses on lists of chores animal crackers crack under the weight of a mailman waiting for Annabelle's date. Joy, joy, the Christmas bear flew into a rage and pulled out his hair, Dancing Clancey's pants were fancy enough that the cops took an interest in him and made him down a fifth of gin before they made him spin spin spin! Like a sprinkler of vomit a comet of bile shot from poor Clancey's face-part while the cops ran for cover and Eldaway's mother opened an umbrella just in time and I ate a lime just to make it rhyme. Quote of the Day“My love is like a red, red wiiiine… go to my heaaaad… make me forgeeet… Wait. Sorry. My love is like a red, red rose… just like eeeeevery night has its daaaaaw- awawaaaan… Just like eeeevery cooowboy… Fuck.”-A.D.Dobbs Fortune 500 CookieClowns don't hate you, they just feel sorry for you. Your "Don't Worry, Be Slappy" series of self-help books finally broke the five-copy sales barrier this week, and just got you sued by the estate of Slappy White. This week's lucky strikes: Clover-Workers' Union, ump didn't see ball careen off batter's jock and through strike zone, killed them all while they were dreaming about killing you, threw your ex-wife's severed head down lane on accident.Try again later. How Did Rat Poison Get in Food for Dogs & Cats?
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