Disgruntled bantard. Probably.
Disgruntled bantard. Probably.
Now go away.
Poor attempt at industrial espionage. Something a fat secret-agent might come up with.
Now go away.
Beer bbl
Benjamin swallowed JP in an intrinsically self-consuming abstract act of rhetoric.
Since then JP has refused point blank to make a re-emergence, based on the disapproval of his existence in the foirst place.
Kids today.
Then it's worse than I thought.
I had assumed, being of a more literal mind, that ben had quadriplegicised JP with his shiny bandsaw and placed him lovingly into a box made from a recently felled cedar.
If this is all JP's doing, then I fear for the future. The Scotch are notoriously stubborn wrt abstract acts of rhetoric.
That's weird. I just listened to a song called Do You Wrong from an album called Three Chords and the Truth.
obtw, i put those bewks onto kind les but I enjoyed the one about robots so much, I started reading another book about robots
I'm nervous about it, to tell the truth. One of two things happen when I read a new author, I'll either hate it or I'll like it and then have to read absolutely everything he's ever written.
And he's written poetry
It's not real poetry, though. It's poetry for people like you. And I haven't raped you with any of his poetry so you can call the poetry rape police off right fucking now.
I'd be disappointed if you couldn't rattle through a simplistic autobiographical anti-poetic piece in your sleep, like.
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