Thursday 25 February 2010

Creepin'


Patrolling. Sneaking. I'm gonna fly away on turboprop wings, magnetic anomaly detector pointing rearward to a Degrassi pumpkin seed of the insecure. Totalement rempli. To something, and not away from. Looking for Nork submarines. Mainland ho! Kill whitey! Cryptic! Machiavellian subterfuge! Feeeeyuck.

No comments:

Post a Comment