How shiny you are,
my little gnome,
and how free you are
from the bloodspatters
surrounding us.
After we escape
to the helicopter
I'm going to ask you
about politics and
universal grammar.
But now we're down
and out, due to spit
and bad teamwork. . .
Monday, May 10, 2010
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