Pooled Co-variance matrices

hello dear friends, your faithful tom, has something he must confide
Look at my hands,
they're vastly weird, there's chickens growing inside
you can scream right now, you can scream tomorrow, but while
you're standing there
could you pass that bucket,
oh blast it and fuck it, I wish I didn't have to swear
but your too slow to help, and
quite suspicous at that, you see it is too late
I've exploded all over, your
cashmere throw over, some say what a terrible fate
But worst than that, is this rhyming shat, with no
consistency throughout
of syllables or rhymes, and a plethera of crimes, of
english grammer no doubt

1 comments:

Anonymous 10:36 pm  

Have I ever told you how much your random rhyming things rock?
Well, they rock.

General Ramblings and Observations by Tom of Earth: a cryptic emotionally-driven look into the life of times of the infamous sock wearer, gadget-whore, unintentional blasphemer, hypocrite, servant of Xenu, Pastafarian, absurdist and thantophobic...without me, its just aweso

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