Monday, March 24, 2008

Marijuana Butter/Kix: Breakfast of Worthless Fucks

This morning you came by.
we slathered marijuana butter on rye toast.
It was burnt and laced.
You said there was always room for creativity.
There is room for us.

I poured a bowl of Kix. There were some sweet ones, some hard ones, and some mediocre ones. I was six eating Kix. I was inflicted with pox from chickens at the age of six. Over a cold bowl of Kix. I poured it myself. I ate three sweet ones.

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