Pink hearts, blue diamonds, orange stars and green clovers! I was thinking about this stuff the other day. Why can't I buy it any more? Apart from the fact that it's disgustingly unhealthy, I mean. But I miss the taste. I can still taste it now. In my head, I can still hear the desperate screams of the whole grain oats as they swirled, unwanted, down the plug-hole.
Hey, remember when milk came in proper glass bottles? It'd be all creamy on top. If I was on death row, there'd be none of that hamburger and fries crap for my last meal - it'd be gold-top milk and lucky charms. And I'd eat enough of it so when I was sitting in Ol' Sparky or being pumped full of potassium chloride and sodium thiopental, I could vomit a marshmallowy rainbow at my executioners. They wouldn't be expecting that.
The one in pink isn't actually a midget, she's just further away. Despite the fact that she's clearly sprinting and the others aren't. Which is odd. And the one on the left looks like one of my ex-girlfriends. She had a PVC top as well. But no space rifle. She thought Alice Cooper was a woman. And ate a lot of Popcorn Chicken. Which is pretty good, to be fair.
Cap is from Star Runners, and it's an appalling fucking movie. Don't watch it. You might shit yourself with rage. I did.
Cap is from Star Runners, and it's an appalling fucking movie. Don't watch it. You might shit yourself with rage. I did.
