Sunday, February 13, 2011

blurp blurp blurp

faced meekness with staccato absurdity; a winning formula facing the archaic exclusionary vision. Bravado will witness a vengeful elicitation at the penultimate moment, before the clock strikes thirteen and five quarters.

2 comments:

Debstar said...

"Oh my, what a big nose you have" said Little Red Riding Hood.
"Oh my, what big words you are using today" said the Big Bad Wolf.
"No" said Little Red Riding Hood "That would be PhilPlasma. If only I could make out what those big words meant. I do believe I need a dictionary."
"Never mind" said the Big Bad Wolf, "I will go to his place and gobble him up and that will be the end of his crazy posts".

The End.

ghost said...

13 and 5 quarters in my time. twilight time.