10 December 2009

Time for some drunk sentimality

I like the wind in the trees. They make good patterns. But I miss my cat Yog Sothoth. I miss him quite a lot.

A lot.

Those of you reading this who remember him, remember him. The rest of you can just fuck off.

I want a pet pig and a parrot.

Bloody gin.

1 comment:

DickWhyte said...

Love this post. Poetry.

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