1/05/2006

vaguely squeamish

(disturbing images factor: 8)

fridge pigs squeal when the door opens, so many lights illuminate a porkish priggishness. el porko mucks it up in the butter dish, squeezing nubs on a batch of green onions. onions sue for harrassment.

catch me under the fitzwiggin tree, I'll be slurping snails from a spoon.

yoghurt mould grows into a mask, I cake it on my face. beauty only in bacteria.

pumpkin seeds leftover from hallowe'en commence a messy tumour, multiplying mitotically. jack o' lantern o' cancer. yikes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

did you happen to see what the cheese was wearing?
~tif