Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Driviting The Dalikrab by Justynn Tyme
If you take one table, saw off all the lips and hips and submerge it in a vat of cat spit. Boil to ten trillion degrees and drop out of a ten story building. One history for every vermillion decrees. Then hire a bunch of forest clowns to remove and move the ruminants to a television studio, center stage. Surround it with velour, décor, and accidental myth lore. The heap will, under the hot lights of day time drama grow infinitely large; crushing small cities with its philosophy and goat peas. The very time and space will split open and a lovely red wine will pour out sealing the breech and pooling into flat, corduroy breeches... the fly opens and out scuttles the dalikrab. Plink as a new born bidet.
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This is awesome, Justynn. I like this A LOT!
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