
Get me out of here.
It's not about the smile you wear, but the way we make out!
I first read this rhyme over at Hark! A Vagrant (http://harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=222) and I quickly decided it was one of the most beautiful things I ever read, so I took it on. I'm obviously referencing Gorey here. 







Here he is! Constructed with nothing but Dio-era Black Sabbath playing on my iPod. Then, I turned around too quickly and my iPod fell on the floor and now it's broken and I'm irritable all day. I just got all this Norwegian rock that I wanna listen to...