i want some egg salad.

ladies and gentlemen,
hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants.
as i stand before you, and not behind you,
i will tell you a story of something
that i know nothing about.

last night at about 2 'o clock this morning,
a truck full of empty bricks,
came rolling down my back alley,
and almost ran over my dead cat.

we rushed him to the hospital,
as slowly as possible.
and there we saw king arthur,
sitting at the 7th corner of his round table,
eating vinegar with a fork.

"we don't have room for that behavior." ---taylor o.

we love that---taylor & taylor.