bed legs machine work smile animal
so they say it is a bit rude to make enemies but what of the great big-
no no i cannot stand it.
what?
dirty laundry.
i will not be feeling like a fare the well.
nor welcome.
let me just slip in and out of existence without a great big celebration. without looking forward to any event at all.
no bursting out of your pants, no satiated sensation, no sin?
there are six billion of you brutes and you are still searching your soul as to why one of them would leave hair on the toilet seat.
there has been nothing communicated.
from the other side.
from the other side.
yes, fuck. i have got to get up.