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Jan 13, 2018
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Dusty: I was trying to write some poetry, Manfred. So I just let my mind flow like you suggested.  Manfred: Great. Let's hear what you've got.  Dusty: Two salmon dance, cavort, contained in crisp butcher paper. treats tumble meaningless. Their liver flavor, confined. Rawhide. Chewy rawhide. Milkbones three. Manfred: That's not a poem, it's a grocery list.  Dusty: Yeah, but it's like a grocery list of my soul, Daddy-O!
Jan 15, 2018
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