a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen. Anything Pete can do, I can do better : comments.
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(no subject)
I don't think we can get worse metaphors than an exploding soda bottle but we can TRY!
Ooh, I wrote another few random lines:
This thing called life is nothing more than a waiting room with seating for two
And the doctor only has bad news
You’re nothing but a sad face on the side of a milk carton
But I wish I knew where you were to collect the 5000 dollar reward.
(no subject)
A moment ago I was flying so high above the terrain
Then all of a sudden you ripped me to pieces
But soon baby, I'll be flying that airplane
Hopefully your corpse will be better at coitus
I never thought I'd find myself writing bad poetry about necrophilia...