wipe those prints and run.
So, it's been a while, hm? I apologize. Just kidding. Because, I know you are just fine.
You see my brains' teeth have been having some troubles the past few months, so Life came along and wired them together. Chomp! But now I've had a session with the dentist. Laser whitening, my love. Oh, but there will be more sessions. Who knows when. I feel them getting dirty already. [afterwards secret message: brain teeth do not = teeth in my mouth. ok?shhhh. sorry to confuse. my visual teeth are/have been just fine. thanks! ]
I guess sometimes you just have to say to Life "excuse me, but what the hell do you think you're doing". And of course he's all like "get the fuck outta here. nosy bitch". Then you're all "i got your nosy bitch hangin' ". Then Life tickles you until you pass out, and when you wake up the first thing you notice is that you've drooled all over your favorite jacket. The second is that there is a portal inside your brain which you never knew existed before, and now the whole world has changed, and everything is strange and exciting. I've went through a few portals recently.
But the man who operates the door to my face stands hard in his duty to prevent words and such from coming through. He's a fat, greasy fellow, with beady eyes, and a tiny misshapen head. Disgusting! But, good news, every so often he gets smashed on booze and falls asleep. Then... the great escape! But sometimes he talks in his sleep, and that makes me nervous.
Actually...oh shit, he's waking up. I have to go now. But you can still tell me a story. You don't tell me enough stories. It makes me sad. What did I tell you about that? I have stories to tell you. We exchange, no?
Yes, here he comes! Run, run away.
Until next time my friends!
You see my brains' teeth have been having some troubles the past few months, so Life came along and wired them together. Chomp! But now I've had a session with the dentist. Laser whitening, my love. Oh, but there will be more sessions. Who knows when. I feel them getting dirty already. [afterwards secret message: brain teeth do not = teeth in my mouth. ok?shhhh. sorry to confuse. my visual teeth are/have been just fine. thanks! ]
I guess sometimes you just have to say to Life "excuse me, but what the hell do you think you're doing". And of course he's all like "get the fuck outta here. nosy bitch". Then you're all "i got your nosy bitch hangin' ". Then Life tickles you until you pass out, and when you wake up the first thing you notice is that you've drooled all over your favorite jacket. The second is that there is a portal inside your brain which you never knew existed before, and now the whole world has changed, and everything is strange and exciting. I've went through a few portals recently.
But the man who operates the door to my face stands hard in his duty to prevent words and such from coming through. He's a fat, greasy fellow, with beady eyes, and a tiny misshapen head. Disgusting! But, good news, every so often he gets smashed on booze and falls asleep. Then... the great escape! But sometimes he talks in his sleep, and that makes me nervous.
Actually...oh shit, he's waking up. I have to go now. But you can still tell me a story. You don't tell me enough stories. It makes me sad. What did I tell you about that? I have stories to tell you. We exchange, no?
Yes, here he comes! Run, run away.
Until next time my friends!