/ kalebeul / 2005 / 06 / 26 / bad shit /
Akiane’s poem no 1 (via Stefan@MemeFirst), with a couple of small changes, brings to mind a story someone else tells about when the municipal cops rushed into a building, truncheons at the ready, to arrest a notorious heroin junk, only to discover, slipping and sliding, that he’d had a little accident:
Trevor @ 26 June 2005 5:03 PM
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6:18 PM on 26 June 2005
The last line is a worthy successor to your treatment of ’scissors’.