A Wednesday Afternoon
I feel like I'm swimming through tar.
Like an aged dinosaur.
Too tired to lift his head.
I drown in the tar,
of my own decomposition.
FATE
I feel like I'm swimming through tar.
Like an aged dinosaur.
Too tired to lift his head.
I drown in the tar,
of my own decomposition.
FATE
It'll be all too soon
for a maroon macaroon
to be marooned
on a doomed
spoon.
Happy
year.new()!
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Please, don't believe in the Love Propaganda,
'Happy love' is as senseless as 'civilised Uganda'.
BITE ME!
Pregnant.
A bun, in the oven.
This is the state
she is Driven to.
A new Driver,
but unlicensed.
Insurance?
Bah!
Congrats!
Sleep is overrated,
but Dadness is underrated.
Gooden lucken
you silly man.
Five kids is more than
forefathers you know.
O kitty with sheen
When ere entering my homestead
You roll on the ground
Collecting leaves
I must then brush off
That which you collect
Why add complexity
To our respective lives?
Sitting at home
relaxed.
Shopping in
an empty
store,
whilst a dear friend
writhes in the
agony of Eve's
curse.
She arrived
but is a
little out of
focus,
grainy, and
upside down?
Try again? (Y/n)
Congratulations,
felicitations,
welcome to life
kid.
Hair.
It holds
your sanity
in.
I have no
hair.
~wibble~
I made a pizza.
It was structured.
It was good <html> pizza.
I made a second pizza.
It was 2.0.
It was all about social networking.
Who wants social pizza?
I ate my pizza, but had
to share the second.
Pizza 2.0 is not so good.
