A Winter's Tale Nightmare on Bushwana

laying with sarcasm

a person with a black armband

the creature from the black lagoon

snowskiing

not another black barricade (Interpol song enters mind)

not another black bariccuda

salty pink sardine for breakfast on rye

throw up that stale beer you had last night

liick your sore, cracked lip the thousandth time

your brain is fried kid-timothy leary would say to me

light yourself on fire on this dark of night

I'm on a miilky jet stream

And I won't be coming back again