like orphaned Brazilian mutants. only without anything to gird their loins...


i'd like to see the force do this

Thursday, November 6, 2008

this voice in the back of my head says that

you wanted me like the world wanted the 1939 world's fair. 
the same little squeak in the more ancient parts of my reticular formation 
fights the pulses and shrieks of spectres and tells me
that you were the final collapse of a dualism that paralyzed 
the career of Cosmo the Cougar

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