Monday, August 28, 2006

Crayons in catastrophes (veil 2: shield)

It is certainly coming
There’ll be no stopping it

It is on its heavy ass way
Swinging its big shitty dick

Splooging at will
On every clean surface

What stands between us?
What shelters us from its rage?

Toothpicks in tornadoes
Hush puppies in hurricanes

Envelopes in earthquakes
Finger foods in floods

How will we go down?





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