explosivegent
Tarzan, beating his chest and with wild eyes, swung with his roup and crashed into a tree. BREEAAKING HIS NOSE TO PIECES.
I poured all my energy into trying to compete with this 60 second time limit, and wishing I had more time to write yet more pointless and superficial garbage. haha.
OOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Pour me a fucking drink and make it strong,
Play me a fucking song and make it the bomb.
It's pouring money from the clouds...
write to fight a pacifistic revolution.
write to fight a pacifistic revolution.
fart to smell of tarts or perhaps mars..
I've not got long, very little time.
Without knowing, without caring...most of the time.
I expect a primal reaction to death's grip,
But will only give way and be enveloped by an alluring departure...maybe?
Cathedral is made of figs and squirrel testicles...I think?
All that time and money wasted on it, instead of using it for something a lot better.