It's about 6:50 PM as I type this statement, eastern time of course. Biggie for the win. Sore from cross-country, and mentally sore from highschool, waiting for the weekend. And chilling with my bro Ryan. As I type this I thought of a random poem I felt like typing up just now, so I will.
As I ate a slice of cheese pizza, I realized that every little slice is a piece of a whole. I'm a slice of pizza. And my blood is tomato sauce. I taste delicious. The end.
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AkisunaThePigeon · Tue Sep 20, 2011 @ 11:51pm · 0 Comments |