Saturday, August 1, 2009

Amossed

When chickens get a taste of your meat, it's time to get mutated.

When the belle of New Orleans tries to show you how to tango, run away.

When he likes killing you after you're dead, he loved you.

When they cut out the flute from the throat of the loon, it's time to sing.

and...

When they think I am a queer, I smirk.


PS: So torrified.

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