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messybear (view)

so I’m walking my killer-rooster beside the icy riverside this afternoon...

& a fckn satellite falls out of the sky...and smacks into the top of my head,

...searing all of my hair and scalp as is bonds with me like solder to well-fluxed copper pipe.

 

...so the paramedics who just happened to be winter fly fishing, silly practice,

find me bubbling there on the cold ground...& fireman’s carry me to their VW microbus...and rush me to the local hospital where there in residence is the greatest living plastic surgeon. 

 

...so three hours & a seventeen thousand dollar co-pay later I wake-up in recovery, ...pretty much back to normal accept for some government issue numbers tagged above my left ear and the foul taste of zinc & carbon in the back of my throat... 

& I have an epiphany:  ...40+30+20+10=100, ...not 1000.

 

...no clue what happened to m’ cock.

 

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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
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