*sigh* another day, another pile of homework

i still haven't done anything for my brakes project. i'll work on it tomorrow. *sigh* i can do it . . . hopefully.

sadly, i have work tonight. i PRAY that i'm on phones - but of course, i'll be seating or something, just so God knows that i know he's spitting me in the face.

I'm tired, hungry, and i have a sore throat. *sigh* it's just one of those boring days . . . again . . .

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it happened AGAIN, dammit!! I heard a random snippit - in this case, "Suicide Party" - and now i have the insane need to turn it into a poem. Sad, ain't it?

C'mon, everybody, it's a suicide party - come and get your fill
We've gasoline punch and guns for lunch, so feel free to fire at will
We've got ropes to hang your hopes high for the world to see
C'mon down and clown around - it's a suicide party

We've got the pills that make you ill, and food laced with cyanide
And when you're through we'll soak you in rich formaldehyde
And when the lights all seem too bright, we'll blow them out - you'll see
C'mon and boast, or give a toast - it's a suicide party

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That's all i got so far. I'm hoping to add at least 2 more stanzas, . . . so yeah . . . um . . .

What I love about this poem is that it takes something so provocative andmakes light of it. Try and recite this to your school, and you'll be outta there faster than you can say, 'CRAP!!!"

Well, meh readers, i bid the adeu. So long. Good Night. Don't let the zombies bite . .

~Jink, who may have stolen ShazzaRose's sign-off . . .

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SKUUUUUUUUUUUUUULDUGGERY!