Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Hot Chickens with Stackhouse
HCwDB’s now legendary poet, Stackhouse, continues to inspire us with his W.H. Auden-esque grasp of the subtleties and nuances of the English language. So much so, that I’m breaking the rule of the site, and running a Hot-Chick-free pic (albeit with hot chicken).
I title this short poem, “I’m the Impactor”:
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Imagine ur at a junk yard, there is a machine there impacting cars, tossing them aside 2 never be heard from again. That’s what 2night’s gonna be like, I’m the impactor, crushing pussy not cars, tossing them aside & like a 82 4 cyclender mustang, will never be heard from again. Get Some
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