And the red wine flows like red blood like Red #40, through the drains in the cement floor and into my head.
Out damned spot!
Ashes, ashes they all fall.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
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No boogie shoes. Just dirt and some time to kill.
4 comments:
funny blog!
funny that I don't think most know the implications of red paint equals blood for the digestively handicapped.
the nalgene still smells like merlot.
"Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it."
--Othello, Act II, Sc. 3, line 293
Good point, Othello.
The wine can stay, the blood must go.
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