Albert after slipping on a tomato in produce and hitting his head.


I am here in the deep underground. What’s past is past. I know. I know. Catch a swirl. But what then? Swirl catchers ever circle.

(this poem is for sale. you can chop it up, splice it up, rough it up, whatever. It’s yours for the low low price of 14.95. That’s right, folks, I said it first, 14.99 and all your dreams come true. Did i say that? Well, let’s think about it for a moment. If you buy my magical poem at a superduper low price of 14.99 plus tax, you can be guaranteed to…

Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones.


You slipped on a tomato and hit your head. Can you sit up? Mr. Jones?

Published in: on July 12, 2010 at 11:14 pm  Leave a Comment  

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