by Rabid » 11/25/2009 9:03 PM
Someone needs a bump. P:
Persnickety let out an indignant snort at the ignorance of his question. Greatly offended, he replaced the sack and decided that the keystones would be kept as compensation until the strangers apologized. Yes, that sounded right. What? It wasn't like he'd stolen them; they had flown right at him, after all. He was still confused as to how they'd managed to fly, though. Or why they were green. Maybe they'd been painted?
There's reasons for these bags under my eyes.
The effort I don't give except in lies.
Maybe it's the weight of all the promises that I can't keep.
But the universe will not let me sleep.
Lets talk about the time I waste.
All the things I say I'd do but only say.
And nothing was done today.
But I still feel,
I shouldn't be awake.pen•
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