Friday, January 16, 2009

#32, #33, #34

Snot freezes in air,
Front steps need more salt on them,
Why do I live here?

Gordon Ramsay rocks,
You tell it, baby, 'fuck ya',
"Clean up your act, cook."

Babe will ambulate,
Stands sometimes, steps soon to come,
You watch out, Mama!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


How does it happen,
That two darks put together,
Can make one so fair?