Is he coming? We wondered as the barometer fell and our hopes turned to sweat and the blinds began to spin towards our parched veins and blood shot from our pores across the room onto the canvas stretched there for this very purpose.
these are great! and i'll definitly be a major subscriber. thanks stephanie, and THANK YOU anti-poetry, for freeing us from ourselves, AND that thing about the midget penises, that too. seriously, these make me laugh hysterically and then they hit me on another level, somewhere between my gut and my left nutsicle. SOMEwhere down there. but heady too. -dp
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these are great! and i'll definitly be a major subscriber. thanks stephanie, and THANK YOU anti-poetry, for freeing us from ourselves, AND that thing about the midget penises, that too. seriously, these make me laugh hysterically and then they hit me on another level, somewhere between my gut and my left nutsicle. SOMEwhere down there. but heady too. -dp
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