What a superfluous BLOG(unnecessary)
The rest of the time I sit and stare into space. I really don't think I'm all there anymore but sometimes I wonder why life has no poetic justice, take that for a spin eh. I watch people worry, I read books, watch Television, though my own emotions stay on a flatline not going from excited and not yet apathy it's just on a steady notion and any question or moral dilemna that is brought to me the response that just comes is Meh, EH? okay. This is some jibberish, blunging, blanking rubbish.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots. How's that for christmas spirit?
I like Christmas mainly because I like lights and you know decorations. I wish everyone the best.
I have to go return some video tapes.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots. How's that for christmas spirit?
I like Christmas mainly because I like lights and you know decorations. I wish everyone the best.
I have to go return some video tapes.