(no subject)

keeping it fantastic
tripped over the photic threshold
married to myself
sold out the conventicle
my covenant is a two way street
and I demand satisfaction
you can't talk your way out
but you can buy my silence
I double dog dare you
this is sirius, not some kind
of bone burying operation
The beans, they're held precarious
it would be so easy to spill them.
And the cat?
She's tired of hanging out in that sack.