A POEM TO THE THICK...
Yes, It's just a poem... no need to get all offensive on me...
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To the loft a bitter shell,
Encumbered upon the helpful,
A souless chasm, a void, some kind of hell,
Leaving others down and regretful.
To weep and wail and idiocy prevail,
How does one put up with,
A whining discord without life support,
Fleeting with nails and teeth.
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Some bits from Neena's Soiree
>>Neena's said BBQ turned out to be a carb fest (Poe-tay-towhs)
>>My 'blablablas' tasted good but it wasn't very nice to look at(3rd times not a charm)
>>Neena's friend makes the most AWESOME brownies (it's got chunks of cheesecake in it!!)
>>Neena's other friend looks andd sounds like Lisa... (homagawd)
>>Food was AWESOME!!! (Kudos mamasita!)
>>We all kinda abused Jimi Hendrix, The new kitten. She made a break for the big jungle yonder stairs... Caused much a fuss.
Sidenote: Eryn's eating cornflakes at two in the pagi... she asked me if i wanted some. My remark? I don't eat breakfast at TWO in the morning.
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