What if i were to write a masterpiece in this bizarre little white box, just off of the tips of my fingers... and a malfunction of sorts caused it to be lost forever?
How is it that the ones I love are often the ones I hate?
Why do things always seem ironic? Shouldn't we get use to things going awry?
Who still believes in Santa Claus? I hope I do.
Where does better live? Is it near here?
When will pigs fly? If this happens, does that mean that Hell is real and is currently freezing?
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my experience to date has been as follows:
ReplyDelete-irony is seemingly essential to life on earth
-we'll never be totally okay with plans going up in smoke
-santa claus is childhood is innocence is happiness is whatever you want it to be
-better is a fucking vagabond
-pigs are yummy (most days)
-and frozen over hell = anoka, mn