Slush, slush.
I’m trudging through the sludge another morning.
Mush, mush.
The snooty hipsters soak their booties like fools.
Hush, hush.
He is sleeping, we are peeping at his filth.
Crush, crush.
Another Kleenex. When can we next see the sun?
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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