Month: January 2015

The saddest thing about Facebook is how, sometimes, it reflects back on our Western lives the utter shallowness of what we encapsulate. Death, death and then celebrity break up. Welcome to shitty now.

I've decided that the sun doesn't exist. I've written a couple of poems on the subject: 1: Sun. No fun. Oh look another stupid horse. Nope sun. 2: Roses are red Violets are shut up There isn't a sun So shut up. I've faxed my ombudsman with star charts wherein I've omitted the solar champ. …

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