Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Soul Traps

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yata-hei, White Man. Oo! What is that?
A Box, with an eye, looking straight at me.

You want me to pose? To 'act casual', as you say?
Your English word of 'casual' makes me think of polyester trousers from the thing that is The Sears Catalog where the very white and stiff robot of the Modern World stands with golfing clubs and fire-water in the fluted glass.. promises of Lovely Birds floating in the wind.

Then I see the bad, plaidness of the trousers, the complete and utter lack of personality, the baldness, the need for Viagra, and the wife who reminds me of Bad Skwa... The Evil One who watches "Jerry Springer" from the teepee.

And desires Fried, Gross Things.

WHITE DEVIL! I will scalp you in the morning.

Meantime, I tie you up, take away your soul-box, and have good munchy time with your Evil Snacks.

...Funyions, you call them? Mmmmm.

Laura said...

Whatever you say, Squawks Like Prairie-Chicken.

But touch my Screaming Yellow Zonkers and YOU FUCKING DIE!!!

Laura said...

p.s....

WHITE DEVIL! I will scalp you in the morning.

That is SO gonna be my new favorite saying!!