just onward - simply moving in step with the cowbells of the post-modern nightmare our grandparents created. with the exception of the occasional ziggurat or shamanistic ritual, all remains fairly stable and dull, like the royal fork.
no, i really don't know what happened to the tricycle.
they will descend upon my home like a nest of jheri curls and iron, those atonal species - and we will hide in the wigwam and destroy the inner robots that form shackles.
too much work in these past few weeks. although, in spite of such bad noises, i still have my job, which is somewhat hilarious.
all i'm really doing is just waiting for the sun disk to shine its bright rays on me. it's all i've been doing, actually, and i'm pretty tired of waiting around for mr. sun disk. so i'm going to chase the rabbits.
no, i really don't know what happened to the tricycle.
they will descend upon my home like a nest of jheri curls and iron, those atonal species - and we will hide in the wigwam and destroy the inner robots that form shackles.
too much work in these past few weeks. although, in spite of such bad noises, i still have my job, which is somewhat hilarious.
all i'm really doing is just waiting for the sun disk to shine its bright rays on me. it's all i've been doing, actually, and i'm pretty tired of waiting around for mr. sun disk. so i'm going to chase the rabbits.
hasselhoff:
Your writting is bitter and absurd. I think that's great.