:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Monday, November 24, 2003 ::

Once upon a Newcastle upon Tyne there livid a man named "Man" but his friends called him Kiel Boss A. Nova-Caine-Mutiny-La-Tina or "Girl" for short. At the Crackpipe of dawn, a loser crowed and cocked his head at the sight of the plumber's crack.

"What a crock" said Man/Girl as he/she batted .257 and spit a wad of big league chew into the crockpot division.

A parade was flooding the street- hordes of locusts and whores in low-cut genes with both past and future members of Eros Myth on a Flatbread truck in tow. Also present: Cosby, Stilts, Nash Bridges, Abercrombie and Finch and Jung otherwise known collectively as the band "DOUCHEBAG".

Then Man/Girl said to his girl Rex: "Fuji Apple of my eye I mean Granny Smith of my corny, uh.... Mango of my exotic eye I mean Candied Apple of my Adam's family jewels I mean Pomegranite of my X-ray I mean Tango of my Skeezo I mean Lemon of my pupils or is it Fake wax display fruit of my brow?"

His girl Rex replied "I know what you are trying to say- It is all but illusion. It is all Maya...My, uh...bad. I am not a girl as you can plainly see my excitement."

to be continued at a later date- later than you think.

:: Ol Man Factory 11/24/2003 03:19:00 AM [+] ::
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