Thursday, May 3, 2012

In the afterlife, everything is freeware.

In the afterlife, everything is freeware.
You can't sneeze, but your icon can tango!
Tango of the neuronal war-monger!
Repeat after me!
I want to be a soldier.
I am the game.

I'm the winged tween of Troy!

So what else did you ever want to be?
Dybbuk of an unlucky multitude?
or just another
sad old drunk
in the jungle of mommy?

 
 

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