This is an EVIL birthday. Moo wah hah hah:-----------------------
A burn, a snuff, a once-licked forefinger meets the thumb.
The smokey remains sting the eye.
A tear drops onto the short-shag blue field.
The drips of wax coagulate for the last time and scream in anguish:
"What could the purpose be of a life so liv..gurgle...?" -frozen in time-
Gravity always pulls downward...impossible to evade.
Eyes can only look up...in despair...as they sink.
Sickness and fatigue...manifest the eventual conclusion
of everyone's mind, no matter how hopped up on goofballs.
Live while you can?
He says
while
you
can,
die.
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That was a peek into a depressed heart on his 25th anniversary of birth.
The only thing that can redeem such melancholy is...
MEAT...and lots of it!
Tucano's Ho!
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