Wednesday, November 14, 2012

End Of Rhyme.


I told you she was a bitch. And while your bolt and screws are coming loose let me remind you once more bitches ain't nothin' but hoes and tricks. 
She caught you being used by  five women and one man. Then she went ape shit on your ass. I do understand that.
Your fucking creepy tamagochis. …One day she turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's carrots from when she used to have pet albino cats.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'.  he nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before he could react, she  fearlessly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The tamagochi was plainly in view. That’s that.  
She knew that reconciliation was not an option. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' you cried, as she reached for a sharpened carrot…wishing she had found the courage to tell you that she loved you.
Not that she has her house filled with  your trash chi that doesn’t go up but I still have that crumbling shit of yours.
It won’t  take long before you can get back to the only subject left at hand for you to contemplate with your uncle Monitor about the odd working of Murphy's Law.