ever realize how close you are to your backyard neighbors
but like only when the trees are gone?
i dont know how much i like their house…
Category Archive: Postaday
the rug, my dear,
has been yanked
out from under me…
Windows closed and locked,
lights dimmed, blankets drawn, held close…
Now why exactly,
was it that all the old super villains,
seemed to focus on inane plans…
so ive got this bangin christmas card tradition
its where i buy nothing but the most specific and wildly inappropriate to the season cards
and send them to people like way after the fact
crossing out the prewritten text…
I’m sorry
and I don’t know
if I’m more sorry…
A shining beacon,
around the corner of a dark room,
lights set low…
If you never had to sleep,
and could just do whatever you wanted,
during the hours you gained…
What’s with these songs,
which are borderline showtunes,
with their orchestra…
now i want nothing to do with the round orange bowling ball
or the whitish catapulting kind
i just want the damn seeds in an over
roasting away…
