Saturday, November 2, 2013

To All That I am a Slave

I don’t want to work; I don’t want to play, I just want to sit around the house all day
I don’t want to think; I don’t want to speak, I just want to turn off my brain and hope it doesn't leak.
I don’t want to primp; I don’t want to bathe, to all that I am a slave.
I don’t want to work; I don’t want to play, I just want to sit around the house all day




 This is as good as it got today. yesterday I got nothing except for the love note I embedded into a photo to glitch it. 

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