Walter White Whale Sperm for whalers is meth to jailers. Leviathink about it: its she in the deep blue sea, faring. Its he in his underwear, under there... Cooking! Caring! Daring! Upon a tripod of bones rests pegleg regret. Walter White Whale: Watch it! There she... Ahab! Blows she. No parmacetti for thee. Leave me be! That pipes hiss. Amiss. Vengeance but a harpoons fling away. Away the Pequod sailed, however brackish the fail entailed. Avail! Walt Whitman wooed while White Whale whined. A rock hound, wheelchair-bound. How frail. Your learnd astronomers tales gone stale. Cachalot on the whale-line? Knot! Nor a chemist with his cook. Woe is thine eternity should thee continue to look. Hermans (Mel)villain clicks again and again: Mind my ambergris, old friend. Tryworks trypots emblazon the doubloon. Gilligans Heisenberg, ever hoarse: Blue skies to you, Hank, of course. New Mexico sun peels cracked the sand dune. Lord of Leviathan. My, how youve become bored thin boarded in. She swings more rusty, barnacled hooks than your cabin strews charts, maps and books. As elusive as pure cook. And if the method of capture enraptures the captain or captor? Sail forth! Give up... Row on! And should the fish or the teacher beget the sleuth or the seeker? Sail forth! ...the spear. Row on! Ahab didnt shout Look out! Fring knew too. ding, BOOM.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 15:54:20 +0000
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