Dec 12, 2008 11:05
alex maintains internet and kittens
but he thinks about himself too much.
there's a book with a blue cover and white
letters to tell me there's no room to hope
but i've got better things to do than talk to myself
the cats always smell like chicken
pad paws on clubbed feet and a chicken
bone where an empty place should be
while this alley cat prowls around the ahi
looking for a place to stash it all
might it still be there?
a stolen bounty of fresh fish
in the middle of whinter!
beneath a hotel in downtown lansing
hetth hetth comue out and play
the moon is shining bright as day
so leave your bed and leave your heads
and come out to the playfellths in the street
/words
...in other news, luthor925 now has a date with a pretty waitress thanks to y.t.
my life as a machine