Is This My Blood???
I Killed all the Rats days ago
And disposed of all the bodies!
Must be MY Blood!
I must be bleeding from
Somewhere….
Some Where Within
“I got Nothin’ Left… To Live Up To”
But From WHERE?!
From Where?
I need to Find Out!
Right Meow!
(Perhaps it’s Just Spilt Wine)
Happens All The Time!
***
(Hope It’s Not From My azz—that Could Be Bad!)
A BAD Day For Me!
At Black Rock!
I Wrote a Senior-Level University Paper on This One!
Got An A-Plus!
Yuk Yuk Yuk!
(Wish I Still Had That Paper–It Was a Keeper!)
“Bad Day At Black Rock”
With The Added Wonder
of
Stereophonic Sound
Stick Around!
Class was Called “Enema & Film!—
No!
“Cinema & Film!”
NO!
“Literature & Film!”
Whatever!
Here’s to Me
Hopin’
Hoping For The Best
*****
P.S. Bob Dylan Has Wrecked My Life
I love the well-written word.
There is no sense in trying.
Marla,
How do I Fix this?
HBO!
Help a Brother Out!
I do not want my readers to be forced to jump thru hoops just to leave a fucking comment!
It’s NOT My FAULT!
FUCK WORDPRESS!!!
MarlaPaige,
I Fucking HATE WORD DE- PRESS’ed
I fucking Hate them!
Magnificent references!
I don’t know if you realize this, but to leave a comment, it requests a ton of information and doesn’t just let good leave one. That could be why you’re having trouble getting comments