It's poetry day. So here's some proper existentialism.... already up on SGUK but why should they suffer alone? Enjoy...
Dead fish. They lie there, shock
On their faces as if frozen
At the point of demise, their eyes brimming with untold secrets;
They know.
I once knew one who kept
A goldfish. Arrogant it was, and
Orange; it graced its very tank. Not like those...
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Dead fish. They lie there, shock
On their faces as if frozen
At the point of demise, their eyes brimming with untold secrets;
They know.
I once knew one who kept
A goldfish. Arrogant it was, and
Orange; it graced its very tank. Not like those...
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catcher01:
i've said it before and i'll say it again, it sounds a bit fishy, but other than that, it's dead good that is
catcher01:
groan, that was a cheap one. there's a time and, plaice, for that kind of ting.
First pic uploaded today. Now you know what I look like. Be kind! It's wicked to mock the afflicted you know... unless of course they're stuck to lamp posts by the tongue. Now that IS funny.
So this is my first ever journal entry... I've had the red pill in my pocket for ages, thought it was about time I took it! It started off on Friday in the Roadhouse, Covent Garden. Happy hour was finished. The cocktails went full price. As I got on top of the wave of spirits, I tired of the banter among my work colleagues... I'd...
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misterjesus:
Well fuck it! and welcome!
colonelswishhips:
Cheers boss...