An incessant pounding berates my ears. I don't know what will become of my brain. It has long turned to jelly. Imagine what would a peanut butter and brain sandwich taste like? Yummy, yummy, I can hardly wait.
Originally written January 20, 1982.
An incessant pounding berates my ears. I don't know what will become of my brain. It has long turned to jelly. Imagine what would a peanut butter and brain sandwich taste like? Yummy, yummy, I can hardly wait.
Originally written January 20, 1982.