Sunday, November 8, 2009

Style Parody: Robert Gryfft

by Sebatinsky

I puff, then toss my cigarette away unfinished.

"Where will we go, now?" she asked.

"The moon. The sun! Some magical singularity beyond where any soul has been - baby, we can go anywhere, we can do anything. It's gonna be a hell of a trip, and you're just the pan-dimensional being I want by my side."

1 comment:

Rob said...

Touche, sir. Touche.