Death means
you keep going,
only now you’re a zombie.
—Jack Kimball
Got to put on some gum
and eat a lip balm.
And carbuncles.
Step out from behind the screen and
Can you have a translator in real life?
Yeah, and I hope my memory comes in today!
Blam! Feckin’ A! I am able to spit nails because of a
printer cartridge because of a stupid magenta printer
cartridge.
Two turtledoves.
Two turtledoves in love.
I didn’t write this (in a cantina) it isn’t me. Not me anymore.
