augury doggerel

Friday, March 29, 2002

Sleepy, Grumpy, Dopey

That damned infested bird squeezing, squeezing, squeezing sharp air through its neck. Then some of the loons down the street who hear voices in their little heads start banging metal together to wake up the other loons. And then a burst of radiation on the horizon. Some fucking way to start the day.


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