mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
mordicai
  • Mood: they are coming.
  • Music: drums. drums in the deep.

what is the diffrence between the borg & north korea again?

trapped here at the bottom of the well. looking up into a circle of sky (lousy with zepplins). here in the well it is dank, cool. the walls are coated with slime, mold & weeds. treading water. my company dead presidents, heads glaring up from fifty percent of the spare change tossed down here. i'm like a goonie! goonies never say die, except i say it to other people. with my brain, over & over. coins & wishes. & a carp & a frog. a magical frog that grants limited wish once per day. good job frog. i wish i could climb up jacob's ladder, sword in teeth like i'm some kind of magical pirate. do we have a deal do we have weal or woe? do we have an infinite world class supply of airline food, of kosher airplane meals? can you carry your soul in your teeth, like a hunting dog? does it all snake up out of your belly, sour & bitter? tastebuds (tastebugs) a-tremble.

i took a shower last night, because jenny is allergic to cats & my dm has two.
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