Friday, May 30, 2008

Nordic traditions

...This is a song about my elastic hammer.  Its patriarchical from the bythos inseperable. A becon against the dark shoreline of septsis.  Its meaning forged in the bile of the palmetto banshees-at once liliputian in stature and gargantuan in presence.  Those that would steal the odd cherio gone astray or the carrion of dinners procession, the revelers left exhausted by the riggors of their post life lives the dishes go ...undone and silent sirens rend their walking carcasses to be fodder of my potent rubber gun!!!

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