Jor Jazzar's Prophylactic Discourses

This web log has been written for your protection. It endeavors to be a fun and imaginative journey in words (inwards?) cutting through the rest of that baloney they try to feed you all the time. If used properly, you just might forget about your worries and escape for a little while to a nether-world of make believe. I hope to see you there.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

1886: An Ode To Monsieur Pasteur

The holy cow,
in the pastor's eyes,
on the pasture,
seemed bastardized,
a disaster,

pasteurized
ever after.



© 2005 George Czar


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