picnicking towards oblivion
i wish there weren't ants swarming my potato salad.
and no, its not a metaphor.
i hate them crawling bastards.
but anyways, i'm just checking, since its been a while.
not employed yet, still just sitting around killing time, endlessly toiling heading to the tunnels end, where they keep the lights turned on, despite their electric bill.
and no, its not a metaphor.
i hate them crawling bastards.
but anyways, i'm just checking, since its been a while.
not employed yet, still just sitting around killing time, endlessly toiling heading to the tunnels end, where they keep the lights turned on, despite their electric bill.