today a man approached me in the coffee shop that i frequent with a slip of paper. he placed it upon my keyboard smiled shook my hand told me i was beautiful and walked away. on the paper was a poem. poorly written, but beautiful in essence. i think there may be hope for a dope like me after all.
(( i wonder if they'll let me return all the cats i just purchased i might need an old hag collection - maybe better to hold off this could be a prank ))
(( i wonder if they'll let me return all the cats i just purchased i might need an old hag collection - maybe better to hold off this could be a prank ))
djmostly:
we don't get to read the poem? 
cue:
oh my god it is soooo horrible ..... i will totally write it to you but i don't have it on me right now so easy there don't shoot your load until i write back.