Friday, 22 January 2016

I've Run Out Of Finish Powerball Tablets And I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

I used to dog them like a hound. Run them down until their standards hit the ground. But now, when I look around, I think: 'that's nice', and reminisce of the one time or twice that I went out on the town - said "hey baby wanna destroy all humans?" and was turned down. If concupiscence was a leaf then my whole tree is uprooted and turning brown. But at least I'm at the top, at least I'm wearing the crown.


Well. That is. Until it all comes crashing down.

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