I hate it when you're walking on wet concrete at night and you accidentally stand on a snail and it squishes up between your toes.
Some people think I'm a 'space cadet'. I disagree, and so does my invisible friend, the one with the propellor cap.
I seem to be ignored a lot on forums, if not I'm being shot down. That can be depressing. I'm not into comment wars.
I go all shy sometimes.
I find myself standing on a hill waving a flag, it can get lonely up there by myself, but idealism, principles and stubborness keep me there - the fool on the hill.
My favourite poem -
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away
The shortest poem in the english language -
(concerning the ancient relationship between human beings and parasitic blood-sucking insects, specifically fleas)
Adam had'em
What the hell use are mosquitoes in the grand scheme of things anyway ?
That's all. I'm in a strange mood.
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