I'll take the servant's path
I must refuse your test
Push me and I will resist
This behavior's not unique
I can walk away.
I can run.
I can hide.
You won't find me.
You can make a grand entrance.
I'll end up alone like I began.
It makes me wonder whether ...
I'm sure there is fun to be had.
The snow will fall and cover all our sins.
The sweat dripping from your brow will be justified.
We dug a deep enough hole.
Nobody will find it.
It's buried.
I heard they invented a love removal machine in Switzerland.
It is a robot with mechanized arms that would never lose at Operation.
Why are you reading this?
I can run.
I can hide.
You won't find me.
You can make a grand entrance.
I'll end up alone like I began.
It makes me wonder whether ...
I'm sure there is fun to be had.
The snow will fall and cover all our sins.
The sweat dripping from your brow will be justified.
We dug a deep enough hole.
Nobody will find it.
It's buried.
I heard they invented a love removal machine in Switzerland.
It is a robot with mechanized arms that would never lose at Operation.
Why are you reading this?
Labels: love removal machine
posted by Joe at
7:11 PM
5 Comments:
When I see your face upon opening your blog, I smile and think...ah, joey...what a good friend you turned out to be to my jimmy b. your life is like a soap opera, i can't wait until the next episode. take care
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I don't know. Why am I reading this? Is this a riddle?
I need that machine.
I read this because...???.... I'm insane?
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