I Give In
All right, I give up. All the hordes of complaints have forced me to rethink my position and get over it, whatever it is. I will write again starting tomorrow after the sun has risen, for I refuse to let it burn my eyes as it's rays of death and blindingness stretch through the window pain.
I Must Remember To Comb The Fly.
I Must Remember To Comb The Fly.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 8:15 pm
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If you must know, I tried to type the gloomy sentences of doom, but alas, I had to read them in order to type them up.... I'm sure your shrivelling brains can still decipher what happened. Yes, I stung my eye and I developed munted eye disease. So much for brushing your eye's three times a day. The doctor was still alive when I was forced through his unholy sheath that enshrouds his doorways. I was appalled at the stench of clean. I was very upset indeed.
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