Fuck this shit
I want out
Let me go
Home
Fuck this shit
I want out
Let me go
Home
Cool wind blows
Autumn's herald harkens
Balls sweat no more
Roses are dead, Violets are dead, I suck at gardening.
We need rain, I'm told.
It rains, complaints grow tenfold.
You'll wish you'd chosen
not to leap
right...
about...
now
Don't tell me
What to do
You're not my dad
Listen! Listen! The Cats Pissin... Where! Where! Under The Chair...
What even is a poem?
I never understood art really...
Fucking fuck. Fuck me dude. Fucking hell I swear. Fuck
everything you do matters, except all the bathroom splatters. shit.
Every day is another test. I forgot my #2 pencil.
A window to the world
without any Windows
My Computer.
The kids are fighting again.
I love being their dad!
A dispute between children strikes fear into all weary minds.
Life is too short
Make of it
What you can
There are two or three and sometimes four? Potentially... more.
Hobby horse, eat a cake Jump around, break your leg
women, girls, ladies
a lifetime is insufficient
to appreciate you
The glowing sun projects its rays, consciousness reflects the age.
Hands upon fretboard
Staring quietly
Playing frippery
Three truthless chords
Today is Dog. Yesterday was Water. Tomorrow will be Monkey.
My cat died
New cats
One's anxiety
Is too much
Wondering into the endless sunset,
Stumbling time and time again
Cats move with silent, elegant grace and watchful glowing eyes.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
And so are you,
Sit and learn, find each nuance, miss the entire point
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