For those of you get that same rush of hopelessness and flatulence every time a cold wind brushes past your window as you try to get that flipping tetris game to load.
Lovely leaves swivel on the ground
Like forlorn chocolate jibblers.
I look out the window and sigh
With the intensity of those cars
You see in movies.
You know the ones.
Their dark-tinted pools of the abyss
Shine brightly through the jazz-soaked
Night, asking for naught but your
Change that, let’s face it, would likely
End up going toward your nightly
7-11 run.
Well, I'm done doing stuff today. Time to go stare at some cinder blocks.
way to phone it in, Max.
ReplyDeleteAttention: In case you have not noticed, The Ambiguity Contest has officially left Jibbles 'n' Shits to follow other endeavors such as breathing and thinking and pooping and eating, especially in rapt funeral amazement. I leave you with this (feel free to publish it on the blog under your name, entitled "The Ambiguity Contest's Last Dying Words Before It Was Reborn Like A Phoenix From Its Own Ashes":
ReplyDeleteAntonio: How's your argument?
Max: Uh, what argument?
Antonio: Your argument that this dialogue has meaning.
Is that picture from the game Trogdor?
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