It's true. i want to eat it. preferable live on national television and radio. In addition, i strictly desire to do so with the voluntary consent of the man himself. I think it would do alot for the healing of our world, and hopefully sooner rather than later, W will feel the same. He can use an optical replacement of some sort if he were to so choose, but i personally would much prefer him to use a pirate patch, for that is what he is and that is the family he is seeded from.
So, for the corporate domination of global cultures, for the pharmacological narcotizing of everyone,
for the drug wars, for the white power, for a war with an unjust premise and hundreds of thousands of dead men , women and children, for the start of the end of lies... i want to eat his left eyeball.
with ketchup.
About a month ago i wrote that in the sand of a beach in paradise. at night, in big letters. Just before i wrote that i had writted "Waves are the Wings of God" ... but i had written it in the wet sand and as waves washed the words away it struck me to leave something more lasting. i walked a little away and upslope, and carved my desire for comida in the dry sand... the sand that got wetter the further i gouged my finger in. As for the eye, i am confident that there are masters across this
fine earth that are well versed in the proper extraction and preparation, and i welcome their counsel, most naturally.
~el duderino
