Sunday, October 25, 2015

(Not)Incandescent

You won't know what was lost until it already far too late. There's no precedence to crying over spilled milk; you might as well get a new carton and drown yourself in that sweet white stuff. For the lactose intolerant, just drown yourself in regular water.

Besides wry humor, there's little I can afford to offer the world.

These things are getting shorter and shorter, I'm afraid I've finally lost it.