Saturday, October 21, 2006

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.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

funny blog!

italo7o9 said...

funny that I don't think most know the implications of red paint equals blood for the digestively handicapped.

BoltOfBlue said...

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

payasa said...

Good point, Othello.

The wine can stay, the blood must go.