Limericks!
Now some verses I write for thee,
lines one two and five rhyme free,
then these here lines two,
on thier own rhyme too!
Limericks are like this you see.
The poet writing here is Sir Clay,
whos fingers you all should flay,
then lay him in sleet,
hang him by his feet,
for his rhymes are shit I would say!
Few hear of what I do to spend time,
some claim I talk as much as a mime,
so I'll spill the beans,
I know how much it means,
for people when I here write a line.
Adrian, Johannes and I,
with a Racoon very close by,
we will all roll dice,
chars will be made thrice,
"Dark Heresy" the game we shall try.
Tomorrow people will bring snacks,
dice, pens, papper and heavy backpacks,
thats the way to be,
ready for an RPG,
pray noone forgets thier rucksacks!
It is almost eight a m,
and I'm am hungry like dae m,
I will drink some tea,
with milk that's fat-free,
and I think a sandwich with hay m.
lines one two and five rhyme free,
then these here lines two,
on thier own rhyme too!
Limericks are like this you see.
The poet writing here is Sir Clay,
whos fingers you all should flay,
then lay him in sleet,
hang him by his feet,
for his rhymes are shit I would say!
Few hear of what I do to spend time,
some claim I talk as much as a mime,
so I'll spill the beans,
I know how much it means,
for people when I here write a line.
Adrian, Johannes and I,
with a Racoon very close by,
we will all roll dice,
chars will be made thrice,
"Dark Heresy" the game we shall try.
Tomorrow people will bring snacks,
dice, pens, papper and heavy backpacks,
thats the way to be,
ready for an RPG,
pray noone forgets thier rucksacks!
It is almost eight a m,
and I'm am hungry like dae m,
I will drink some tea,
with milk that's fat-free,
and I think a sandwich with hay m.
Back in Black
I have now returned to Sweden. Feels good to be back home and all, but some things are eating away at my mind. Now some of my past misstakes have become painfully obvious.
I was going to bitch and moan in this post, but I just realized that I have no right to complain as most of the things I want to bitch about, if not all, are self inflicted. Let this be a "breath of fresh air" in the blog and reasurrance that I won't stop writing.
The reason for my mood is because it's in the middle of the damn night and I am awake. When I'm alone late at night I, more often then not, feel depressed. The surpressed feelings during the day emerge at night.
Time for to stop writing, 'cause I sound like a fucking Emo right now.
/// Devoy
I was going to bitch and moan in this post, but I just realized that I have no right to complain as most of the things I want to bitch about, if not all, are self inflicted. Let this be a "breath of fresh air" in the blog and reasurrance that I won't stop writing.
The reason for my mood is because it's in the middle of the damn night and I am awake. When I'm alone late at night I, more often then not, feel depressed. The surpressed feelings during the day emerge at night.
Time for to stop writing, 'cause I sound like a fucking Emo right now.
/// Devoy
