The ring and little fingers flanking the right hand no longer look rusted out. The entire pinkie was coated in a sickly hue of extreme yellow enough to make a supposed yellowskin cautious. Stink bugs are to blame for the near week long illusion of a tired out liver. As they connected end-to-end to each other a mighty flame from a little cartridge of fire would singe the odourous insects. For far too long they have taken to lacing the relatively docile lemon leaves with a pungent and vile secretion. As research would have helped they would spit streams of disgusting and unpleasant liquid out of either their arse or mouth, maybe the mouths. The stain of the spit stains deeply and almost lose the keys. Would have been cool if it were blue.
Saturday, 19 January 2002 - 08:45
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