Saturday, March 28, 2009

Entry of a beetle

I thought there were beetles. There were beetles in the bathroom. Instead, a reptilian beast scurried along, beetle innards trailing from his depths. Strobe upon strobe of jelly intestines. What else could anyone possibly hope for? Greed. Dignity. Bacon.

Comment and I'll write you a poem about anything you want.


  1. I can't believe no one's commented on this yet. I like it, if for no other reason than the fact that you don't often see the word 'cloaca' get any use.

  2. Thanks irpsychic! The cloaca has got to be one of the best methods of general excretion. I sure wish I had one.