Turning to Shit
This car is getting harder and harder to drive.
The road is an ever-thickening layer of glue.
My tongue is a clot of glue.
I touch my foot to the accelerator and it nucleates on contact.
My body turns to stone instantly.
Five million years later, I am found by aliens.
I am a coprolite.
They do not think I am beautiful.
Monday, November 23, 2009
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