How Much is that Soul in the Window?

I don’t have a soul anymore. Not sure where it has flown. I didn’t know it was there before But now I’m sure it’s gone. Maybe I dropped it in the parking lot Or it hid between the pages of a book. Maybe it slipped through a rip In the purplish thin spot. Hopefully it... Continue Reading →

Chummed

These waters here be chummed, Got all us Shiners spun. Those ain't just water guns They're aiming at us, son. That there's not a dry run Afore real danger comes. That evil's unbegun, Like where Mister Gray come from. Those Macroversians Keep asking, 'Dum-a-chum?' While you grab for translation, They'll drag you through the scum.... Continue Reading →

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