NormThe sound of my own farce
If there's one thing that gets me going it would have to be dried fruits. Just the very sight of a dehydrated organic reproductive organiser gets me wiping the tears from my arse. You can be sure that the merest sign of a toilet gets me running like nothing else. If you're in my way you can be certain that I won't let you. When I find myself in this predicament there's only one thing that can calm me down. A couple of slices of butterless toast tends to dry me up like not much else save for a suitable end. If this was that then I'd probably be on my bike. If there's one thing I won't pedal it would have to be my own crap. I simply refuse to bang on my own eardrum with the odorous sound of my own farce.
It's just not that uncommon for me to go off on a tangent about this time. Or make a new introduction with a lovely little sentence. Or two. The addition of a few new noughts is sure to get you sinking my praises. I certainly think highly enough of you to think that you might realise your own incapacity for reason in the face of my farce. It's just so much certainty that gets me just pumping things out in this vain. I could definitely be sure of my own fragility if there was any evidence to indicate such a thought. It's in this way that life just carries me along in its wake. Even as I sleep. Dried fruits make me feel all wet in the back bottom. Let me get myself to the waste dispersal unit. Crap.
It's just not that uncommon for me to go off on a tangent about this time. Or make a new introduction with a lovely little sentence. Or two. The addition of a few new noughts is sure to get you sinking my praises. I certainly think highly enough of you to think that you might realise your own incapacity for reason in the face of my farce. It's just so much certainty that gets me just pumping things out in this vain. I could definitely be sure of my own fragility if there was any evidence to indicate such a thought. It's in this way that life just carries me along in its wake. Even as I sleep. Dried fruits make me feel all wet in the back bottom. Let me get myself to the waste dispersal unit. Crap.
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