TyranasourausBex to a plurk fight! Plurk me a pataphor!
A chunk of snow, works its way down the back of your jacket, just like Burroughs deranged alien-man sex infiltrates brains,
melting, possibly causing a bit of uncomfortable-ness. But refreshing too? Is that possible?
Topics that cling to your brain, unwelcome or embraced? It depends if you’re hot, or you’re cold, eh?
ok, now patphor me back! this is fight bitch!