| A Shotglass of Lymph: |
| What's it like? It's a lot like the rest of Indiana: a collection of weirdly proportioned screw-faced victims of obscure birth defects who shuffle listlessly around, halfway between the dementia of Type One Diabetes and the schizophrenia that marks one's passage into the terminal phase of Lime Disease, telescoping one, suspicious, bulging eye around in impossible circles and inflicting ponderous, goiter-like protuberances of flesh from one side of their lower back or just above the knee of one leg upon the wide eyes of passing tourists while muttering egg-breathed curses at their mates and scowling guttural, proto-linguistic threats at their offspring and clutching brightly colored advertisements for fast food franchises containing anywhere between 30 and 47 ounces of high fructose corn beverage close to the sagging, russet flesh of their badly freckled barrel chests.
Date: 2008-07-01 | |||||||||||||||||||
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