wdp: Key my car?

Really? Key my car? That’s for infants. And as all us veterans know Infants are just targets in tutus  

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 →

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

Those slits of spirits came faster than primer crack

Those slits of spirits came faster than primer crack a lizard of light inside a night of black.