The Fetid stink of Fecal decay.
An Outrageous lay!
No chance to go back.
Lacking in Tact.
Like a River of Piss flowing
through a Mind Duct.
Lowering the Bar for the
deepest Cut.
Can the language of a Gnat
be anymore Coarse?
It’s all just Inept navel-gazing
by FORCE!
Enough! I say.
It’s Nap time.
-This was originally composed while relaxing on my couch on Saturday 2-26-11.
This post really has nothing to do with Urban Exploring but I thought I would share it here anyway.
ReplyDeleteI have been away for awhile because I don't have a working computer at this time. But I have been going out and taking lost of pictures and many of them are posted on my Flickr stream.