Theres like, no fucking lights in this living room, and i feel like i'm typing at a retreat, which is good and all but shit, how can a home have no lights in the licing room hmmm? the archduke wants to get high with me and i do too but i've sworn it off as i have planned dancing and sex. or anything of the sort, i gueses both are hand in hand and all. swaying of the hips and closeness and that little sense of knowing something thqat you think the other hasnt thought of yet and using it to your sexing advantage. i think super mario on the snes was the best, but even after reading king kadars post 7 times and playing it all through my youth im still not sure what its proper name is. i try not to smoke for fear of heart complications these days. i try not to love either, same problem. today i didnt do much except enjoy company and play warcraft 3. the expansh.
people tell me that bender has left the common vernacular and i tell them that its just a matter of perception and greed. fresh blows the wind to the homeland, my german darling, where have you gone? oh im damn clever for you detectives. this is the greatest threat to vanity and not at all i just felt like writing it. best idea ever, just needs more. and more. dont we all. my comps all fucked so i cant even listne to muy own tunes anymore these dayts, im left at the mercy, christ its bad. bad bad. and now heres a poem!
roses are red
violets are blue (violet? purple?)
tiny tim is dead
and so are you.
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