I saw you, Little Man.
On your days of rest and leisure, Little Man.
I was there, Little Man, stupid man.
I served you well, i was your go-to man, Little Man.
Silvered and lathered, smothered and pampered you are, Little Man.
With your wife and child, an even littler man, Little Man.
You are an animal, not a man. Little man.
A beast more primitive than the sea, the one you bathe in, Little Man, swimming man.
After the distinction of light and dark, came the Hunger and you are It. Little Man.
The reason i didn't want to touch you was fear, not courtesy. Little Hungry Man.
You gave me disgust and contempt for you and your kin. I never want to serve you again
Little Man.
Τρίτη 14 Ιουλίου 2009
The Little Man.
Θαρρώ ητανε 6:58 μ.μ.
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