Whacked from my status message. Which is whacked from me. I'm all opinionated, so I'll stick to my guns and say this does not merit a tw@tter account. Words are for reading, not for soundbites. I choose not to disappoint myself (although I may be slightly late on my own trail, Carmen Sandiago being a friggin' good crim. on toughie mode, I'll forgive myself the lack of a warrant). So here's giving this the diginity of a blog post:
Lands of fire, brimstone and tar;
Metaphysical mirages reflected from afar.
Where unfulfilled lives meet their demise;
And an unsold soul meets its price.
2 comments:
Hey Kantankerous, its been a while!
Replying, just in case this works the other way around (if you've set the flag) and you get an email for this comment. Look at your blog for details. Um, I'm a programmer, so this seemed like a logical thing to do (how this is written should give you a clue). 'Nuff said?
Um, I'm very precise with language and grammar. I should've been a f***ing lawyer.
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