#402, 734 - 2nd Ave. NW,
That's-that guy from Jurassic Park.
Look at the eyes of that guy holding the gun. Imagine him walking a trail. Hidden in the trees and bushes are ten lads aged 12. They all have pellet guns with scopes. Mister bad ass comes walking down the trail. All the kids at the sound of a bird whistle fire their pellet guns at the eyes of the gun toting loser. Now he is corrected. No eyes. That is what he deserves. DESERVES. No eyes. Look at the photo again. He deserves no eyes. Instead of eyes he could have two SKONES inserted into the sockets. Then if he ever gets hungry he could reach up and take out a SKONE for a snack. Maybe one of the nice lads could put a canteen on a shoulder strap around his neck. Then he could have iced tea to refresh himself as he eats the tasty skones.
"Who do we know.Who do we know.Whose daddy has uh big round hhhead.Whose daddy has uh big round head.Big head.Kinna gggoofy.Big Head."A new PROSE POEM BY THE LIVING POET SOCIETY PRESIDENT OF GREATNESSTROOMIN BEND-LEE JOON-YUH!
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