Fly me, I'm decomposing, 9/9/09
Ah, the joy of compost.
"I'm greener than you" you can boast
As nature degrades
The food waste that you made.
Though the maggots are just kind of gross.
Eve of destruction, 12/8/09
Tomorrow I turn 41. What to do once these limericks are done? Will my idle hands seek Out some evil unspeak- able once this new freedom's begun?
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