Follicules
Follicles of watery eyes. Brows of ungrateful hunger swoop in and grab my wagon. Wag on, dude.Goering Bush. Kahn Jerry. Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhnn!
It's almost eight o'clock, and I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel lonely and dark outside. Inside, sweatsticky.
posted by Ken Arneson @ 7:59 PM
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