The creaking cupboards
Dusty floors
All the grubby cubby holes
I couldn’t take any more
Sent me out
Into the street
I flapped my arms
Like butterfly wings
Shouting the end of things
Praying for apocalypse
To save me
From my shopping list
My face so distraught
With the panic I wrought
My fears were bought
Sanctuary sought
With little thought
My indulgence played
A went home again
While the world dominoed
With the terror I’d sowed
My troubles were forgotten
They reached for the button
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The world is insane and I'm in writing therapy!
I love it! It is apocalypse by proxy!
Approxalypse?!
YES!
Did you DIE??!!! I am convinced that it is the 23rd and that we’ve all been had by these shifty Mayans. Can I call you at 16:01 my time on 12/22– sorry 22/12(00:01 your time 12/23– sorry 23/12) to find out if you’re still alive?
Sweetie if I can work out what the hell time you’re talking about, I’ll try and be there. Otherwise I’ll be touching myself to celebrate being alive. X
Can’t you get Mrs. Fierce Panda to give you a wank in celebration? Must you do it yourself? It’s not every day you find out the world could have ended but didn’t… or maybe it is.
Pray you don’t survive a nuke apocalypse.
You want the Apocalypse to save you from shopping??? Man up Mr. P 🙂
But you should see the terrible things they’ve done to this town… piped music IN THE STREETS – aaarrgghh!
Ear plugs work wonders..or so I’m told 😉
I still can’t find that page btw.
I emailed yesterday. I’ve made a PAGE (normal page) showing users. Seems Editors can’t access the Users on dashboard…