Inside of my head collectively, there exist 3 manifestations of self...
- one draped in a grim reapers cloak, arms flailing up and down in a perpetual rhythm; wheeling mindlessly in circles petulantly mewling "can not... can not...can...not."
- one attired as a flamboyant jester, equipped with a large steel drum, marching determinedly to a cacophony of sound, bleating "can...can...can...can," at inhuman decibels.
- the last perches grimly on a small black box watching with solemn regard, periodically throwing wadded up newspaper at the revellers.
"If only you two would silence yourselves once in a while, maybe something could get done about this mess... and I could decide whether today is a can or cannot day, instead of drifting through life ceaselessly, in a false state of limbo."
Stagnation ~<3
Unknown "Pig in a blanket" Neglected
- 16 years, 8 months, 15 days ago
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