Friday, October 15, 2010

Catfish whiskers

I will always be okay.
Just peachy.
a little fuzzy.
pit in the center.

Too much sugar made me vomit

Safety bored me to tears

I need to go noodling
in the murky depths again

Mount that great fish on my wall
Name him George.
After Georgia.
Where the peaches come from.

Then, at last, I'll sleep.

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