wdp: Key my car?
Really? Key my car? That’s for infants. And as all us veterans know Infants are just targets in tutus
spoon . pop
( bang ! )
wdp: That’s GI Joe’s GI Tract, Johnny
“Hey, Little Johnny, Finger his beard Pull his GI Joe string Sounds cool to hear the echo in ‘is guts Continue reading
wdp: Augur the grounding rod, children
Jes’ like that The General o your’n We’ll bend you end-over-end for several ends For weeks on end. Well, and Continue reading
wdp: Choose yer poison, son,
I’m gonna give: AIDS your grand-son Zika your grand-daughter Ebola A terrible fall Your call. I know a guy. Choose Continue reading
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — big zen clown shoes
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — such an unhapp of a child My-family Thanksgivings in Western Maryland: you toddler, crying folded like a deflated beach-ball buddha at the top of the stairs; beyond your 3 years; perplexed your Grandma Pat: ” … such an unhappy child.”
wdp: And that, my friend, is why our god invented PTSD
Do you really think you’re the most fucked-up veteran in this park right now? Really? Key my car? That’s for infants. Continue reading
wdp: police report: Whistler’s Mother blows The Deer Hunter
Enviado: Miércoles 9 de agosto de 2017 17:49 Sweetie, I’m not concerned about “You’re a jerk.“ and Continue reading
Pain like bands of rain
pain like bands o rain spin off a hurricane
