tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617581084868619778.post3938035627049322108..comments2024-01-01T20:08:54.423-06:00Comments on Kid Douche: Bogus Rowboat BreakdownKid Douchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18232893752908117497noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6617581084868619778.post-12009371789017599062008-10-11T15:01:00.000-05:002008-10-11T15:01:00.000-05:00I miss the cosby show too brother. Perhaps one day...I miss the cosby show too brother. Perhaps one day the poppy feilds of the famed purple baron will grow red beneath the wildfires, the plows singed too much to thrash. In a clearing when the rage has died down we shall find a flaxen egg. The soil beneath it checkered with holes. Little worms will crall to the top of the egg and infiltrate. Ewww Ewwww. Oh god we will say. We will have to cover our eyes. and soon out will hatch another egg. which itself will hatch thrice again. untill the size of the egg is smaller than our eyes, and then smaller than our eyes can see. and on that fateful day, the world will breathe its first breath after the devine hibernation. and we shall live a life in eden eating eggsalad and spiced wine.Bloodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03831660391399928470noreply@blogger.com