Wednesday, January 24, 2007

It's like cigarettes


Whenever I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely. I just lift up my chin and grin and saaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy..
I'ld like a bag of hot tamales. Nice big, make-my-breath-stink, hot tamales. Come what may.
Tamales
Tamales
I love you, Tamales
You're just an elevator away.