An official from the Hood River Distillery
gave us a taste of Ullr
mint the-nn cinnamon schnapps
the sleep was making
then in the winsome jaja
a baba
would dee
bibibibi
Do red trees become crystalline?
The Tyrant of perfection
is a gargantuan amoeba of horns
and we fall
down on the keyboard
to make a cat face
a lover's crotch
now become
our signature
drink
David Bowie
is trying on jeans.
The Kinks~
He's evil.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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Thank you, Brother Lanny, for your latest sermon from the mount.
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