this one's about my mailbox.
The cat trigger pull full is nestled next to the abominable snow puppet of Mr. next-door-neighbor's face and that puts me and the world in a particular situation of repeating everything or else the walrus blubber I was sleeping in might get caught stealing fruit like oranges and apples and big long penis-shaped bananas from the grocery store in my new Big City neighborhood and that's all too complicated to talk about yet or when the dream sequence begins and you're God and you realize that you're just a fucked-up god in your god universe and that's why this world's so fucked up because you procrastinate and wait until the late last minute to get shit done and finalize deals and apply for pointless stupid insulting jobs so you pull off your ears and go to sleep in the goo-goo-goo nation of baby-time slumber and annex your lungs and foot-pads and shoelaces right off of your dumb boring body so that's why.
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