Oh no!
We are going to die! Like that time we flew Delta!
Why do I have digital eyes?
Who’s that human? He seems distressed.
He actually has been writhing for hours.
But nobody in town seems to care.
In the end, it’s his fault.
He was lured by a false promise
of political conversations and cigars.
But the statue had ulterior motives…
and so, his days ended in Montreal.
I stayed -both spectating and loathing
mind controlling statues.
Remember when the sound of it hitting the tub used to startle you in the middle of the night?
Oh, those were the times. So nostalgic…
Every now and then it happens again. But it’s part of life now.
It rarely even tickles the hypothalamus.
Because the hatred for crappy suction pads should remain immeasurable.
Shit, you forgot to turn off the alarm.
And it’s sooo annoying.
You really have to change the freaking ringtone.
But now turn it off.
It’s a pity that you’re taking a shower.
Well -screw it- no time for drying.
Just go and stop it!
I hate wet floors.