Monday, April 3, 2017

longing to put on my sandals....

blew out my flip-flop,
stepped on a pop-top

Apollyon, Arise!

see also: Graham Greene's novel The Destructors.

jesus footwear. the rest is all Tom Arnold, right up to the 12 dollar Panama hat.

if I could touch but a hem of his garment. hepatitis.

these days good keyfabe don't pass for no spaghetti in a can.

as we walked across the beach, there was only one set of footprints, because I had my spurs way up in your kidneys. But hey, you knew I was there, and that was what counted.

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