Monday, February 22, 2010

limping along the skyline

selling pocket lint for change. Smelting the vapid odours into a quagmire of melancholy. Slirp, slirp slirp.

4 comments:

ghost said...

i think my money must turn to lint. otherwise i have no excuse for why it's gone.

Zhoen said...

How much for a ton of lint, these days?

Debstar said...

Does belly button lint get you more money?

Phil Plasma said...

ghost: indeed

zhoen: at least twice as much as for orphaned socks

deb: only if it is freshly squeezed.