playing with my pen (might not totally make sense, but would be fun to read now we are poorer than church mice nothing to eat, not even pungent rice my roommate is gone, never looked back the kitchen is empty, nothing on the rack the wasteland are empty, even today now hunger smirks, for we are his prey nothing to eat, yet ive searched for miles nothing at all, not even the biles the streets are as graveyard none is there, not even the runaway lad this is bad, very bad this situation is making me mad let us call a congress how do we survive this economic recess! whis is the villian that caused this oppression? let us find him and give him a correction far from it, hes heavily guraded in a rock villa! heavily guarded what shall we do? we noblely for death and be reunited again with dirt? No! we shall move the colony with high spirits and soft symphony we shall move urbanward from the adodes of the long gone wards Rats! where did they come from? there are everywhere here and there, there and here under the cussions inside the drum i know this rat, he squats in my room i use to chase him with knives and broom oh! asuu strike! caused them to move now they are here to feel the groove
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 10:39:02 +0000
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