Sunday, 19 September 2010

one, two, and three

two sick related poems in a row, i just noticed. i'm sorry, please don't think that i sit around in my pants all day, in a puddle of my own sick, writing poems about vomit, calling myself and my team of stray moggies "THE CHUNDERCATS", and laughing so hard myself that milk comes out of my nose. that really isn't the case. i swear xo