I wish I lived in a shire.
I would eat pudding and count lice.
I would use ripe tubers for currency, a bagel as my loincloth.
When I gargled, it would be as a free man.
All would hear my triumphant yowl as I cornered and established dominion over stoats and nails and other prey.
Filth would be my medium, the muses shrieking ideas as I wandered from yurt to yurt, begging here for a battery, there for a small pail of grout.
I would be happy, content to frolic and gibber the day away.
I wish I lived in a shire.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Pipe Dreams
Posted by Snag at 10:32 PM
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Is this your way of saying you've sold out to the Right Wing?
I shall yabber with you, and together we shall fertilize the fields with organic materials.
This loincloth bagel concept has commercial potential.
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Are you taking Lucy?
I want to go to a yurt.
Fuckin' bagels. Yessir.
Are there brains in a Shire?
Is there room for a Zombie in your yurt?
I hope that Muse keeps it down once in a while though. I need some sleep.
Capcha says sourboot. Is that currency in a shire, or would it be part of your media?
are your feet hairy enough?
Also, I can't gibber.
I don't understand. Where are the pipes?
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