I was ninjaed. Grrr!
But no matter; I will cope,
as I always do.
As I always do,
I will sleep the sleep of joy,
And perhaps I’ll fly.
And perhaps I’ll fly,
or kiss Keira Knightley, or
do something else fun!
Do something else fun,
Not stupid internet stuff.
Go get a real life!
Go get a real life!
He said; meaning one like his.
My life is real too.
My life is real. Too
real at times. But it’s fun to
escape on the Dope!
Escape on the Dope!
The bane of your existence.
Our obligations.
Our obligations
Always get in the way of
What I want to do
What I want to do
is post a proper haiku;
you know, just like this!
you know, just like this
is the way that we all miss
something something piss
“Something something piss”
ain’t the best haiku I’ve read;
You can do better!
You can do better
Than to keep writing haikus
But then why would you?
But then why would you
decide to bet a horse
Fortunes to be made?
Fortunes to be made
On the coprolite market.
This is good old shit.
This is good old shit
Which is weird, 'cause most old shit
You don’t write home 'bout
You don’t write home 'bout
stuff you’re ashamed of, Willis;
of course you knew that.
Of course you knew that
I was trying to sleep in.
NO BAGPIPE MUSIC!
No bagpipe music
e’re sounded so sweet as a
lone piper at dawn
Lone piper at dawn?
I hope it’s Northern Piper,
cool Canadian!
Cool Canadian
summers are much better than
in Texas. It’s hell.