stop that rocking
three gentlemen, one girl, all brisbin, all the time
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Bacon Explosion
Today I saw
how I will eventually die
.
I feel like I imagine a junkie would feel at the moment they realize that their fate has been determined and they find a peculiar peace and comfort with that knowledge.
(Don't cry for me. I will go with a smile on my pork-stuffed face.)
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