how many fists can you fit in your.....
umm errr... I mean, i can fit a whole lotta of babies in my fist. and then,
as lou reed would say, i could taste what i squeeze. get them before their
skulls harden, because otherwise it's hard to get them to melt from your
hand like a gaggle of dali-watches in "the persistence of memory". thems
sho do melts in your hand AND in your mouth. this reminds me of my favorite
dead baby koan --
Q: "What's the difference between a dead baby and an icecube"
A: "You can't fuck an ice cube".
and speaking of icecubes, my sister told me a great colorblind joke as i
suffered through the lamo sugarcubes concert:
Q: "What's black and white all over"
A: "Everything"
"Roses are black
Violets are black
Sugar is white
and so are you"
har har har har!
Ola, Subgenii! Keep them lies surging!
-- Niels.
