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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Micropoem: To My Furry Son's Autonomous Hind Quarters

please reconsider your sovereignty, I don't want to strap a bucket to you

2 comments:

Colin said...

brilliant

Anonymous said...

finally landed a job. at a liquor store in ypsilanti, michigan after a rough 2 months of nothing. I lost all confidence. I'm either going to be happy, or im going to get murdered; either way I'm going to be smiling. the word lost has no meaning anymore.