Thursday
Name: Buttercup. Friday I am not mad. Pank you. Friday They gave me a bottle of ammonia to smell. I said it was rose water. They gave me charcoal to eat. I told them it was chocolate. They gave me a top hat. I told them it was my baby and suckled it in front of the distinguished gentlemen farmers and independent experts on brain disease. Monday We won the war. Tuesday Tell the world wer'e proud of our hotels and bovine vertebral columns. I am the national anthem. Thursday I can feel some erotic hysteria coming on. It's coming. My theatre of rib and shadows Saturday My momm y wen to the incinerator. She was not allowed to suckle me. I'm a herbivore but I was made into a carnival. |
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