911 is the loneliest number
Here's to you, Constitution, wherever you may rest. We took you for granted, and we will miss you more than we can even begin to imagine.
* * *
a veritable vegetable medley of synaptic flatulence from my overstimulated neocortex to yours. plug your nose if you must, even cover your eyes and ears. but it's too late; i have assumed control of your mind. i can make you visualize your mom naked. i can put an annoying lionel ritchie song in your head, just like that. see?
<< Home