Monday, September 7, 2009


smelly carrots and blue cheese,
raping bunnies and eating peas,
once opened forget me not,
or whatever it is the soup is hot,
as i said earlier,
the blind man's courier,
is doomed to the pits of hell,
say... does this rhyme ring a bell?

-- V, the weird one.

This night is conjuring a strange mix of emotions. I'd turn a blind eye and say ignorance is bliss except... I can't. You're not here, you're there, and well... I don't really wanna know what you'd think. And my eye is hurting me like, waaaah..... why my eye do this to me. ):

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