Friday, March 18, 2011

⊗Al(x)ne from The Big Town⊗

Alone From The Big Town,
Plays with a Little Prey,
Snip, snip, snip, off goes a finger,
Bright red, bright red.


Alone From The Big Town,
Plays with a Little Dog,
Stab, stab, stab, he loses his sight,
White light, white light.

Alone from The Big Town,
Awaits another friend,
Slash, slash, slash, will go straight to Pete's tummy,
Out his sides, red and runny.

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7 comments:

  1. PeteMarch 18, 2011 at 8:38 AM

    You're missing a finger and Clyde's been blinded?! Ron, when did this happen?

    Don't worry, Ron. I have no intention of losing my guts or my nerve. We will rescue you both.

    I have no clue what the numbers mean.

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  2. Black LeafMarch 18, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    Ronald lost it the night he was captured. As for Clydes blinding, that happened just today.

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  3. SliceMarch 18, 2011 at 9:20 AM

    bastards...

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  4. PeteMarch 18, 2011 at 9:31 AM

    Wait a second, I think I have the numbers figured out:

    run pete run now

    I appreciate the sentiment, Ron, but I can't. I will regret it forever if I do.

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  5. Black LeafMarch 18, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    Regret is a sensation none of us can escape at this point, child.

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  6. MouseMarch 18, 2011 at 4:17 PM

    @Black Leaf: If we ever find any of you...

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  7. AnonymousMarch 18, 2011 at 4:55 PM

    Just hang in there Ron...

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