Last night, the ice cream man told me,
"Son, you got to decide,
On your own, if you want bloaters of anchovies,
Because I'm just an ice cream man,
I can give you tutti frutti,
That tastes like something that came out of a rat's ass.
But bloaters or anchovies?
That's your choice."
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Sunday, November 26, 2006
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8 comments:
I love this - menacing, esoteric and jolly at the same time. a circus of writing in a few lines. cheers
Yeah, I totally agree. My man.
nice. feels hidden and dangerous, yet comedic
Hey thank you folks! Love you En. Ruksak, Shadowlor, great to meet you! Shadowlor, your profile pic, is that made in Combustion?
dark, dangerous, delirious
woah.
u mek this look nice too!
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uh...i've not the faintest idea, since i actually stole it from someone *hangs head* i know, i know. and it's all pixelated...but my computer crashed and i lost my uber swiffy editing programs...
the ice-cream man speaketh the truth!
by the way ,an advice done buy tutti-frutti from this guy
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