On writing poetry.

November 5, 2009 at 3:06 pm 3 comments

I think that this poem pretty much enuciates my whole life making anything I say in future so not worth it.


Robots kill. I need groceries.


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Breaking the silence Holding Grudges

3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. ScoMan  |  November 5, 2009 at 7:42 pm

    It’s not until reading this that I realise how much of a bread I am. Scary.

  • 2. sleepyjane  |  November 6, 2009 at 8:40 am

    Um so I kind of lost your blog. YEAH I KNOW?! I was wondering why you weren’t updating and realised you dissapeared out of my reader.

    Oh and that ^^ is awesome.

  • 3. hillbillyduhn  |  November 6, 2009 at 2:31 pm

    hmmm. I think I would do something like that…


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