His Sleeves Where Stained With Spinach Dip His sleeves where stained with spinach dip and Bionic Woman quotes and gone booze his shoes looked like he’d just spent the flood slugging through Earth’s history of fascist atrocities and the modern day equivalency of Trump shit strained through the excrement of every one … Continue reading His Sleeves Were Stained With Spinach Dip
Month: June 2018
Killing Me Is Not Going To Bring Back Your Apples (for The Wicker Man)
Killing Me Is Not Going To Bring Back Your Apples (for The Wicker Man) Helen, Upon your arrival I swear I smelt Scotland in the fear that I felt of a life that might someday be lived without you doomed to roam the parking lot country side avenging this thing which needs … Continue reading Killing Me Is Not Going To Bring Back Your Apples (for The Wicker Man)
Make Bunkers Great Again
Make Bunkers Great Again Trump keeps his penis where his heart should be so when he stands during the National Anthem he palms his own genitals His obedient catchphrase regurgitating followers should be horrified, for falling in line behind a TV show guy who picks fights with Democratic Nations while praising Oligarchs … Continue reading Make Bunkers Great Again
