by grimbeau



Last night’s feast for lunch instead, postponed due

to pork pies. A Quiche! Bless you. Shrove

next Tuesday. Easter April Five. Another

forty days & forty nights wilderness.

Invert and live in lushious luxury!

The Jolly Messiah, rollicking cove

frolicsome, flatulent, Fallstaffian

Game for a laugh. Fat cross bum. Floozies seep

with laughter. Knickerpissing! Raus, Raus.

Crucifixion riot. Festival of the oppressed.

Why waste carnival on the cold months?

Turn the world upside down in Spring.

Letta tausand blumen blume