The Diachronic Barber Pole Observations of a Recovering Hockey Exile

Late

February 21, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles

the bus driver
is god
his ways are mysterious
he doesn’t have to explain
and he doesn’t

“why in f**k are we
sitting on a green?”

god drives me to the game

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