Sunday, October 02, 2005

Nathan Marciniak's "Personal sorrow of mister sad pear"

A helpless fruit is taken prisoner by an incessant drone of subconscious mind numbing pablum, slowly degenerating the few remaining brain functions used for praying to an unhearing spiritual deity to bestow upon him a pair of limbs with wich to reach the nearby instruments of blissful silence.

from here


moe said...

what's wrong with you today? what are all the sadness for?

steroidancer said...

her knight in shining armor has made her cry. and as i see through the building i'm falling straight into a thousand broken mirrors...i can't hide.