This is only a test
if this were a real post…
Son of a bitch!
Get it off of me, GET HIM OFF ME!!!
Bartholo-meow
Made myself giggle…
Who? Smith’s Furniture, that’s who.
It’s my Christmas in July sale.
Yesterday is a promise that you’ve broken
1000 points of hate shine from the mirror into my eyes.
Where am I?
For those who said it couldn’t be done…
it can be.
but what a price.
just in case you forgot, i pump in kilowatts
Not being able to say anything about anything truly impairs my ability to say anything.
Whippoorwon’t
Thinking conclusionary thoughts,
and thinking introductory thoughts tonight.
Full of disappointment and wonder.
jello cake
i can’t watch it any more.
i can’t listen any more.
am i focusing on the negative? is there something else to focus on?
if i swallowed a stick of dynamite and blew myself up into tiny pieces, and then those tiny pieces were each cut in half a million more times until only atoms of atoms of atoms were left, you would find it there.
No.
I’ll bet you could not discern that I am in complete disarray.