Thursday, January 5, 2012
The guess who.
Baby Thor cried at this weak ass fimbulwinter.
This burg is less a rabbit hole than a money pit.
Fine, I'll take my preaching about The Great Devourment
to the street corner, but you're getting eaten last.
No, Clevelandia doesn't have esteem issues.
Winged Eros approves of this message.
Bowling For Jeers.
I'm bubbly, she's bubbly, wouldn't you like to be bubbly, too?
If it keeps on rainin', Erie's gonna break.
Since you asked so nicely.
I always wanted to be on TV.
That bomb ain't gonna blow itself up.
And you can send me plastic flowers every morning
and I won't forget to put rust on your grave.
'tis blood, & mine doth curdle --
-- for the Hell Where People Are Skinned Alive hath yet to open for business, which can only mean a lot of skin.
Don't be fooled by the corporate logo.
'tis a black site in case any punks act up.
Such as violating open container laws.
You make me feel like dirt.