let the sky rain potato chips…
it shakes and quakes me, it master–slaves me
…let it thunder to the tune of green–sleeves, hail kissing–comfits and snow eringoes, let there come a tempest of provocation
kissing comfits: did you ever try dunking a potato chip in champagne? it's real crazy!
29 Jun 2006 15:59
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