About Everything

If I could then I surely would (and one day in all likelihood will) rid this world of autumn and spring. “Oh but it?s so pretty and colourful” or, “Everything is blooming and babies are born and the weather is neither hot or cold”, fuck that. I see no practical use for rotting leaves, I can?t eat melting snow or do my homework with a bloody daffodil, what I want are warm evenings and snowy mountains served on a plate with strawberries and Uwe Boll?s head. Not a day goes by without me wanting to kick autumn in its decomposing arse. You don?t have any friends, nobody likes you (except for emos maybe but they aren?t exactly referred to as somebody), leave now and never come back!

Sidenote: I just love aprés-barbeque mornings when you come home and everybody else is out.

Hamlet anybody? Yes, let?s talk about Hamlet, Shakespeare?s gift to suicide. Haha alright, I wont scoop that low, everybody?s heard enough from that part of the Speaker?s Corner.

Sidenote: Taking somebody you sorely adore to paintball and shooting an art gallery on their body, mmmm.

The Estonian music industry is corrupt and very repetitious! And I can?t seem to keep the hate up in this thread, I?m not subversive enough, though Karolin is. This is advertising space.