What time is it? I’m fine with it. Pit his wit against my shit, slit the last legit “sick” bit, make him take some fake-dom, caked with take-rifts, raked cliffs. Create a state of “bait and wait” and take first burst of thirst for the worst… but rehearse. For if that door is more than bored then board by board create a horde – and you’re stuck. And it sucks.

Grieve not, reave, caught; leave hot.


~ by cptgibbs on February 20, 2010.

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