here i am.
here i am at home. last night was weird. people were fighting and it was so corny. I was fighting with my mind as usual. I feel like a dork at parties and I never have anything interesting to say really but oh well. I dont know what i expect from myself- 1,000 trivia questions or something! anyway, i have decided to write a poem about last night at matt smith's house.
The angry bonfire party. by molly perry
Hey everyone come to the angry bonfire party.
bring your knives.
bring a gun maybe too if you feel like it.
Everyone is pissed and ready to fight so get pumped.
boooooooooooooooooooooyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Just imagine the lovely campfire warming your fists as they punch the person next to you in the face.
Cinder blocks will be available to throw at people.
The lovely cinders will float down like a lovely anger snowstorm and we will all be mesmerized.
I can't wait to hang out with all of you- see you tonight!
The angry bonfire party. by molly perry
Hey everyone come to the angry bonfire party.
bring your knives.
bring a gun maybe too if you feel like it.
Everyone is pissed and ready to fight so get pumped.
boooooooooooooooooooooyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Just imagine the lovely campfire warming your fists as they punch the person next to you in the face.
Cinder blocks will be available to throw at people.
The lovely cinders will float down like a lovely anger snowstorm and we will all be mesmerized.
I can't wait to hang out with all of you- see you tonight!