Monday, February 15, 2010

Igloo. Igloo. Igloo. Igloo. Igloo.

Spread your legs and eat the acorn squash like a starving pilgrim.

Carry your burden gingerly.

Scalpel elegy.

Warmly received by children.

I heard a rumor that your dad...

Broader border.

I could care less, honestly. It's the time that I'm interested in.

I feel qualified.

Forced her to like.

Fill your ears with blood.

Granulated. Flavour. Belt.

Loophole finger.

Don't you dare cut that beautiful hair.

Corpses inviting worms inside.

Full. Frontal. Lobe.

Bitter igloo pinch.