I sold my clavier for carfare.
Why?
Couldn't you afford a cadaver?
This is where Elvis was embalmed in vinegar.
At the end he was almost as big as an airliner!
Shall I draw you a diagram?
His heart was a garbled madrigal!
Did you steal that cadence?
Yes.
Yes, I stole that cadence.
I stole that cadence from cardiac arrest.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
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