A bleak broken platewith serated cuttlery gnawing viciously at the empty life of the dead crow leaking it's black soul into the cracks in the porcelain as I slowly choke on the rancid avian corpse as it sinks wretchedly into hell.
With tomato sauce.
(With tomato sauce.
discomeats This canoe,
Mon 22 May 2006, 12:45,
archived)
