Monday, December 10, 2007

Sleep of the Lost Spider-Poet

The following is, no joke, something I found in an abandoned student notebook. AND THIS WUZ THE ONLY SHIT WRITTEN IN THE NOTEBOOK, all on one page, in pencil. (and no, I don't have any fucking clue what a "drillonaut" is).

Ding Dong, the witch is dead

My insurance covers acts of god.

Wherever you go, there you are.

90 degrees due up.

In the not-too-distant future...

Peter, get down off the ceiling...
Bleak dancing

Drillonaut will kill your fambly.

With style.
My Brains are going into my feet!!!

Bad mind! Bad!!!
I'll have some of what he's smoking!
What if her water broke?

In the spice trade, Thyme is money.


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