I visited my aunt when I was twelve and she made me go to one of her friend's kid's second birthday party. I was not keen on this, but I was at least relieved to see that the parents were giving away those sweet bags of toys and candy. But when I tried to take one, my aunt wouldn't let me. Because apparently I was too old for that.
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Dammit.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
-hugs until your eyes bulge out-
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Worst thing ever.
One time when I was younger I stepped on a lego and it hurt.
Yeah, and people wonder why I keep saying that I don't belong here.
Nevermind, let's not get into this again.