*****warning: this poem was constructed in my head, while stoned (very), working in the dining hall tonight, it's a pretty silly little ditty, but i enjoyed myself coming up with it.*****
i lept off the edge of the world today,
to see if i could fly...
'bout halfway down i realized,
i would surely die.
as i hurtled towards my death,
and the ground came rushing faster...
a man in white appeared and spoke,
"have no fear, i am your master."
"believe in me and save yourself,
from such a gruesome fate."
"i said ok, i do, i do,"
*suddenly* my heart was black with hate.
at now he laughed and said "you fool!"
you're still gonna die,
but now you've sold your soul to me,
in HELL it's gonna fry."
The Moral: Things aren't always what they appear, don't let your fate rest in anybody elses hands. Oh, and don't try and jump off the edge of the world either! (DUH!)
bc
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bc-
s^8^ represent.
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
'I think, therefore I fuck up.'
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times
i lept off the edge of the world today,
to see if i could fly...
'bout halfway down i realized,
i would surely die.
as i hurtled towards my death,
and the ground came rushing faster...
a man in white appeared and spoke,
"have no fear, i am your master."
"believe in me and save yourself,
from such a gruesome fate."
"i said ok, i do, i do,"
*suddenly* my heart was black with hate.
at now he laughed and said "you fool!"
you're still gonna die,
but now you've sold your soul to me,
in HELL it's gonna fry."
The Moral: Things aren't always what they appear, don't let your fate rest in anybody elses hands. Oh, and don't try and jump off the edge of the world either! (DUH!)

bc
------------------
bc-
s^8^ represent.
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
'I think, therefore I fuck up.'
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times