by John Dear
what can the brain produce after a regular day at life?
|Their once was a lad who was clad. He din't care who became him, what was to become of him was only a whisper in his mothers ear. Gory details he side and struggled, what to become of me, thee retorted? Distanced from his grammar illiteracy......the clad lad muttered,,,,''retorted you monkey? I've completely outshorted''!
paragraph from who's diary.............