requisites for my hand in marriage. |
This passage raises several thousand questions. Just off the top of our head: What did Saul (the king at the time) want with 100 foreskins? Was he going to make a scarf? Did David think this ...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 12:51:00 PST |
save the coupon. okay. |
thankfully, while I don't seem to be able to upload anything, I have a secret photo-arsenal....
Posted by one-legged herring. on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 06:57:00 PST |
parceltongue to a dear girl. |
I'd bruise up my wrists, my hands, my face for you, dear lady. I'd set my chin on a block or watch a sharpe pitch and sway from below if it meant that you and yours were safe from harm. I'd pluck out ...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 09:58:00 PST |
ongoing christmas list. |
this list will be a-growin'.embroidery scissors.flickr pro account.borders gift card.record/cd player.macbook pro.digital rebel XTi. [body only]embroidery hoop set.sewing machine.mini card catalogue.[...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 09:36:00 PST |
by any other name is still...a dick. |
artists are usually another form of the dicks you knew in high school.I'm glad I don't know how to bounce flash properly. I'm glad that I'm naive enough to look through a lense and say to myself, "tha...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 03:50:00 PST |
half of five minutes has made me unwell. |
what is wrong with a person when nothing satisfies more than the first two minutes and fifty two seconds of beethovan's piano sonata no. 14 in c sharp and dreaming of things that leave her chest hallo...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 10:16:00 PST |
wolfe the barfly croons. |
tell me how it is perfectly okay for a large, sputtering black man to say certain indecent things to me over his grey goose and cranberry. tell me. he listened to raspy crooner music throughout our en...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 12:43:00 PST |
mister mister stole my heart. |
dear mister howard allen dean,
we're in it for the long-haul, I can feel it. I know sometimes I stay out all night and leave you pacing back and forth. oftentimes you resort to taking your peaking fr...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 01:09:00 PST |
free the yayo in you. |
last night I intruded upon a familiar porch. I was punch-drunk and trying desperately to sober up for the freeway. I broke, though didn't enter, and danced around in the semi-darkness of my old porch ...
Posted by one-legged herring. on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 11:15:00 PST |
fate-tempting fits the lady. |
slow dribble, slow droll. twenty in two.
Posted by one-legged herring. on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 04:58:00 PST |
