Friday, 18 September 2015

A Little Sing-Song Before I'm Gone

My parents are dead. All they left me was a joint suicide note that read: "We conceived you with regret and leave you hoping to forget." My girlfriend said the only thing more disgusting than letting me in her bed was letting me inside her head. And so now I'm all alone. I bought a dog. Threw it a bone and it never returned home. Some time later I found its remains by the side of the road. It seems death is preferable to my company. I pray God will strike me down suddenly. (Repeat ad infinitum)

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