Life
"Next time someone starts to tell you about life, kick them in the balls"
-Abraham Lincoln
Life is like dropping your favorite coffee mug
the one shaped like some animal (you’d think cow, but you would be wrong, it was an owl)
and then cutting yourself in the process of cleaning up the broken bits
but the cut won’t stop bleeding
red inky blood
so you go to the doctor who smells a little like a liquor store
and a lot like your alcoholic grandfather
and he tells you that you have a rare blood disease
the one all the inbred European royally died from when they weren’t dying from the guillotine
and so you go home and your friend is reading Achewood on your computer after you told him he couldn’t use it
but he shows you this one where a robot is telling what looks like a otter (you know from those otter pops) that the saddest thing in the world is a retarded guy promising a broken egg that one day it will fly
and you are laughing and crying and you realize
you aren’t alone
your friend is laughing and crying too
I guess what I am trying to say is
9-12 was an inside job
Here is the link to prove it
