Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Mollusk
men are dying to say—
you must get something done, now.
Marines decide to drive
priuses after a second tour.
The neighbors are starting
a production company and
your current nemesis
has just received a
ten thousand dollar grant
to complete charcoal drawings
of sea cucumbers and other
cephalopods in the Lesser Antilles.
It’s either that or Iraq.
