Fifty-Two-Forty

Published Sunday, December 17, 2006 by Frank Sauce | E-mail this post

this is a word.

One word.

With this it becomes the only word.

There is a dragon among us and it's the dragon of drool. And what a dragon that could be, but the word is not a dragon and nor am I and nor are you the word for no word and no words can be all of us.

Some times this can be shit.

Shit a thick.

Thickin' up your shit with toast.

Toaster parade.

Can a computer laugh?

There is no time for this.

There is only drool at this late an hour.

But Fifty-Two-Forty is still a word.

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