Rain Cometh
Sweet rain,
come down,
down tomorrow,
and chill our
mortal bones.
Sweet rain,
come down,
down tomorrow,
and chill our
mortal bones.
Traversing the depths, sending keepalives along the way, decrementing its TTLs.
Encryption my meaningless chatter.
Oh, so brave, tunneling through the draconian corporate firewalls
SSH, my friend.
I am one year old.
My diaper is on the floor.
I sit in a warm brown pile.
Mmmmmm, cracker!
Ah-ha!
There's a traitor in our midst.
He flows like yellow vines
accross the pale landscape of distopia.
Forsooth thou art a knave
and a scholar.
Ooooooo. Buttered popcorn.
Spence was a kitty cat.
He played with my hat.
Then had a spat.
With the neighboring cat.
<em>, you sure
are <strong> in
your opinions
on <html>.
Mountain in the sea
Waves are crashing over me
I remain unmoved
A mighty app
Google powered
skill-less prose entered
readers eyes bleed
someone stop me
A knight of sleep
no man can beat
he roams the sheets
his vigil complete.
Stupid cat. Get your
own food; quit waking
me up. I'm not a
feline vending machine.
forsooth a sleeping
form of a lonely
man, slumbering
across the world of
dreams on a surreal
road-trip of manic
import to the fungible
nature of The Journey.
*ALARM* *ALARM*
smell that? it is
morning.
Y-A-W-N
