"More and more of the ice cream was melting. It dripped down on Toad’s jacket. It splattered on his pants and on his feet.
'Where is the path?' cried Toad. 'I cannot see!' " --@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social
the truth of the dick · when other truths die
requires no quest · or qualification
marries its mandate · to the march of morons
called keep on building · the big gallows
we only know how to do
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