Fish Tacos of Death

"Perch ye on this bed of crumbs." -- The CrumbMaster

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Location: Hell, Michigan, United States

I like birds

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

where did you go?

Do we ever change?

Does Lebron James ever miss a slam dunk shot?

Do we ever change our clothes?

Do we ever change our hair color?

Do we ever change our friends?

Does a banana ever change from pale yellow to slimy black?

Does an international jetliner ever fly at a cruising altitude of 35,000 feet?

Do you ever change?

Do you make sure all the others can see you when you do your little cartwheels

Checkpoint Charlie, chugging space lambs, cluck cluck  says your pet fowl,

cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck

Mortified, petrified, running for cover, ducking for love

Reaching for a towel, reaching for more towels, endless towels, endless worries,

Worry not, my friend. Worry not, so they say.

Do we change?

Battle of the Purple Skies, henceforth we battle, beneath the void.

Avoid the void, and void the avoided. Forever. Amen and amen.


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