Friday, 28 September 2007
.......Rotten Pocket Plumage.......
His pockets full to the brim,
with sins of sinners sipping silly,
their cups of slippy sloppy slavery,
Jacket on top of the hairy day,
though moon shines our night reveal,
of old skin dried, human peel,
he'll never kid this universal feel.
with sins of sinners sipping silly,
their cups of slippy sloppy slavery,
Jacket on top of the hairy day,
though moon shines our night reveal,
of old skin dried, human peel,
he'll never kid this universal feel.
Thursday, 13 September 2007
Monday, 10 September 2007
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