Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Too many chiefs, not enough love gimps

(David Bellemere)

Well, I have tossed myself in towards ritual sacrifice.  We will see..  

Wait, that first sentence sounds suspicious.

Let me try again, give me a minute, don't look..  

I am doing something stupid, to see just what might happen.  

I am almost praying for disaster,  have sent it off.

My tragedy narrowly escapes me.

I am ever praying:  fur, pastors, always, often.

Repeat, bereft..

Whom the gods wish to punish... they last destroy, first comes madness.

Then, sales..

..then theft..