Swirlin’, Swirlin’, Into The Bowl Of Poop.

Dem plants, dey grow from

Da side not facin’

Da light.

Dey stretch away from

Da endless night.

No one to tell dem

Dey just do dis, aight?

And plants ain’t know no shit

Bout. No. Damn. Int’rest!



Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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