In the Morning, as the sun is dawning,

My vomit is spawning, all over your awning….

Or I’m going down the Fox for a tasty tasty roast, in your face, instead of mace, blap blap blap etc. Followed by the clean up…

White Rabbits mofos.

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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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