Feb 092012
No clue where this came from. Or why. Or even how. The Three Word Wednesday words this week were pretty dark — control, flesh, razor — but this… isn’t.
You have to have
control
to slip the blade between the skin and the
flesh.
Like this.
Slow.
Don’t breathe.
Much.
Or talk.
Don’t do that either.
But
Do
Wash the
peach guts
off the
Razor
before you use it
to open
that box
of t-shirts.
Ah, the wisdom of Roadie Poet!
wow that’s all I can say
nice details!
LOL! What a great twist.
I wondered where that stain on my new shirt came from. Delightful poem.
Wise words indeed! Love it
Coolest fruit slash story EVER! So glad I found you! =)
Love the roadie poet. I like the twist.
Nice one.
I think there’s a sort of fuzzy logic to where this came from. [sorry]
Puns like this are maybe a reason why I shouldn’t check my mail first thing in the morning… Oh, that’s a groaner.