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
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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.
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.
Sweet rain,
come down,
down tomorrow,
and chill our
mortal bones.
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.
