The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah
Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?
Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?
2 Comments:
Wow. I looked at the picture before reading the entry and thought it was a headless, topless booby lady with a beer gut. I was a little off...
Hmmm, Homer Simpson or headless, topless booby beer gut lady. Well, same difference. Homer is often brainless and booby with a beer gut.
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