"not fit for Twitter" After the farce @ arse end of “verdict” {sic} the bald lawyer named West advised Mister Zimmerman to purchase a treadmill… “Bowflex makes a damned good one now I hear,” West said, smiling and pumping the plump ham of his client. True, the conscience will make you do strange things, start to really eat ion earnestly after telling Hannity the killing “was God’s plan…” I watched him on the tube, truly Michelin Man gone beyond Kafka- esque ballooning, ballooning impassive ribbon curl of perpetually hungry Lip, starch collar dolphin flip tie of a cheap tourmaline suit. Somebody in my circle of friends said “it ain’t the end for him. Now Zim will know how it feels to be hunted …” After a spectacle that got me real sick, I did dishes, scoured the TV room with Pine Sol and bleach. Trayvon is gone now with the fall leaves, swirling skinny whirl as George celebrates eating five pies, blue berry, mince meat apple, key lime and peach.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 18:59:08 +0000