rec room home | honeymoon

exquisite corpse apr 05 2006

i don’t think anyone likes going first, but here goes. . .
my mother needs to write a letter to her future daughter-in-law
i told her to make it up
land on a lamb--forget each saga
you do know that you are the moose of the sea, right
there’s a lot of night and only one cigarette left, so:
no more juice. . . no more. . .
anniversary of this, not that, this, not that--
then the squirrel say, oh little little squirrel of grey
it is rec room’s anniversary today therefore. . .
inject your triangle into my square
and so it goes; the end is the end is the end.
rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ keep that
and then my stomach growled, saying: