Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never.
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir.
O, O, O, O.
Friday, March 28, 2008
What Work Is by Otty
Otty takes his title from the kick ass Phillip Levine poem ...
your tail around 
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