Thursday, September 8, 2011

Bones and Skin, Transformations and Titles

  1. I got grindmarks on my hipbones and gnawmarks on my neckbones.
  2. In this version of the End of Days, we are no longer bedeviled and bewitched but bevamped and bezombied.
  3. My skin feels alive and I'm not high. When the endorphins wear off, I suspect, I will find myself on the highway to ibuprofin.
  4. As I get older, my enjoyment of onion increases. I fear I am becoming my grandmother.
  5. How come the Cat in the Hat won't come get the Mouse in my HousePussy.
  6. If I could choose a job and its title for myself, I propose Billionaire Cunt, MD.

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