Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
I cry whenever I see condoms exploited.
I cry, therefore I dribble.
I cry because bananas stole my thunder.
I cry in order to stretch my puffy face.
I cry tears of joy when oriental discretion is advised.
I cry because I'm unemployed and these eyebrows need shampoo.
I cry a puddle and call it a career.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Tiny children with husky voices.
Confused looks on iconic faces.
Awards for kissy lip service.
The boredom of standardised success.
The front of a place in the back and the place in the back of the front.
Sanitised life clearing its throat on a flight of stairs.
Cynical smirks on a sinking ship.
Getting a runny nose from spiced up compliments.