I met a roadie from an ancient band Who said:—”Two fat and drunken legs did groan Staggering through the blizzard toward the can, And attached a bloated corpse, whose dim frown And slurring lips no known words do command. Should you see the bastard, alive or dead, Barking at the moon or beheading things, Say [...]
December 21, 2006
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