Jungle Numb
Did anyone see Manny's majestic clout?
Red Sox rule.
Don't walk Ortiz to pitch to Manny.
It just pisses him off.
The October arc of said slam is a ringer for Red Sox memory.
I was on the train when it happened.
But I saw it as soon as I got home.
On Sports Center.
Sweet dreams.
I'm in a different time zone.
It's called Percoset.
The Mango Creme Brule was not so good.
Neither was the chocolate gooey thing.
But I had a great time.
We'll know SoHo like the back of our hands soon enough.
I just have to bleed to death first via my mouth.
The street's alive as secret debts are paid.
You are only coming through in waves.
Like a character in a Pink Floyd or Springsteen song.
The show must go on.
2 comments:
Ohhh...is Mr K going to have to undergo a Drastic Dental Procedure to make his mouth yummy good again? You're a man...can't you just pretend not to be in pain????
It's not about the pain. If it were, it would be a distant memory.
It's the amount of blood I will bleed and eat. Unwillingly. In one sitting. Of my own body.
I find the blood of others to be way more tasty. Especially at midnight. On Halloweeen. You should see my canines. Fuck the molars.
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