Oct 02, 2005 13:19
The day I realized the innate faults in marionette satellites, I had a crisis.
It was tumbletumbletumbletumble terrible.
I had to call the sea, but it was irate
I had to call the magistrate, but he needed to meditate
I had to write a mandate, but its worthlessness was innate.
“What a predicament“, was the sentiment that I relished in particular.