It turns out that worsification is a real word, but it means the “composition of bad verses.”
Clearly a crime of which I am guilty.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Let me worsify for you
Monday, Oct 28th, 2002
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