An old man I saw under this bridge |
In a cardboard box, underneath a grey concrete bridge, in a cold barren town, lay a poor old man. Stinking of urine and old sweat he lay on his side in the shape of a twisted up letter Z. "Pig s...
Posted by GARGOYLE on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 12:09:00 PST |
Testing my patience on a daily basis |
Her head was that of a chicken. Not the nice chicken that I eat after a long day of walking around doing nothing in particular. But that of the twitching, peck-peck, nervous lineage. Fluttering around...
Posted by GARGOYLE on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 04:43:00 PST |
BLOBMASTER |
B to the L to the O to the B,It's all about the BLOB,fuck that Blog stuff,his stuff is bog.
Posted by GARGOYLE on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 03:04:00 PST |
