A long conversation into the night has me posting this so late, it's 2:45 am here and man am I tired. Today has just been a serious failure of many attempts to progress, mostly feeling like being hastily awoken from a really good nap. My bad days are the worst when my sub-conscience is cranky. It's like a kid, or some adults I know, that are dragged out for a day of shopping and forget to eat lunch. One moment all is well the next you find yourself giving the nearest soccer mom a rimmer for a granola bar just to quiet that fucking kid, or unfortunate adult, down from their low blood sugar shock. Well if thats not a terrible mental image I don't know what is. Sorry. I definitely wasn't talking about your mom by the way. Heres the goods:
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FALSE SENSE
The confidentiality of
My conscience has been
Compromised.
If You and I know
Then so does We.
I hates when We knows,
We can make Me do things.
Things I doesn't wanna do.
ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE BASTARDS!
I'M COMING IN THERE!
Oh no.
I think it's His.
Last time Me, I and You had a fight
He showed up.
It was terrible.
Me, I and You didn't speak for weeks.
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This is my favorite so far. It reminded me of Gollum. I mean the poem, not the story about the rimmer.
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