I like you, R.R.A.P. - so much so, that I would love, if it were ever
possible, to OPEN MY MOUTH AS WIDE AS I CAN AND FEEL THE RUMBLE START
DEEP DOWN IN MY STOMACHE, AS THE CATARACT OF PARTIALLY DIGESTED FOOD
AND INTESTINAL JUICES SWELL UP, AND THEN GUSH UP THROUGH MY PIPES, AS
THEN I WATCH WITH MY TWO BLUE EYES IN RAPT JOY, AS THIS BILOUS MIX
LEAPS OUT AND SPEWS ALL OVER YOUR DISGUSTING PASTY FAT FACE, COVERING
YOUR DESIGNER FRAMES, THE 4 HT'S ON YOUR BELT AND EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT
YOU IN A CAUSTIC, DRIPPING GREEN-YELLOW WONDERLAND OF PRIMORDIAL OOZE
AND INTESTINAL BILE, LIKE SOME UNGODLY PAST-IT'S-USE-BY-DATE VEGETABLE
SOUP.....

Because I like you R.R.A.P. You ARE indeed the new historic
14.313/14.275 milestone.
--
Goodbye, Blackie Lamb, sorry you had to grow up--we'll miss you.

"...and he keep on suckin Herbie, on the BARF Cannonball"
- Raincoat Charlie, The Ballad of 14313, circa 1990