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I’d like more than one death knell, I’d like a personal bottle of lightning, that I’ve caught for my very own. I’d give up that little **** of a rat-terrier if it could, somehow, transmogrify into a wolf or a panther. I’d like a jet-black Camero, with tires made of fire and seats made of smoke. I think that a little toxic-waste is good for you. (keeps ya sharp, yeah?) I think that a man, a woman, hell, any human worth a **** ought to be able to ride into battle on a goat, a ******* or a ************* llama and know in their hearts that they are the master of their own destiny. It’s a rough sea, it always will be. That’s life. Be sad, mad, a little depressed, but, stay here, because there’s kielbasa sandwiches with mustard and onions. There are people that love you, there are books, songs, flicker shows to see. The sharks bite, the octopi might squeeze, the rays might sting. None of it means anything, if you don’t… Take off the floaties and swim. *** -JBClaywell © P&Z Publications 2019
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
One Metaphor Too Many
I’d like more than one death knell, I’d like a personal bottle of lightning, that I’ve caught for my very own. I’d give up that little **** of a rat-terrier if it could, somehow, transmogrify into a wolf or a panther. I’d like a jet-black Camero, with tires made of fire and seats made of smoke. I think that a little toxic-waste is good for you. (keeps ya sharp, yeah?) I think that a man, a woman, hell, any human worth a **** ought to be able to ride into battle on a goat, a ******* or a ************* llama and know in their hearts that they are the master of their own destiny. It’s a rough sea, it always will be. That’s life. Be sad, mad, a little depressed, but, stay here, because there’s kielbasa sandwiches with mustard and onions. There are people that love you, there are books, songs, flicker shows to see. The sharks bite, the octopi might squeeze, the rays might sting. None of it means anything, if you don’t… Take off the floaties and swim. *** -JBClaywell © P&Z Publications 2019
I'm not sure if this one is all that good. But, here it is nonetheless.
jay-claywell
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
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