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Cali and our boy Bread,
are living in my head,
Cali is doing some teasing,
and Bread aims to do some pleasing,
Cali's door is always wide open,
Just what Bread was hoping

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Cali and our boy Bread,
are living in my head,
Cali is doing some teasing,
and Bread aims to do some pleasing,
Cali's door is always wide open,
Just what Bread was hoping








:choke:
 
Mr Monkey you old rapscallion
Might be Italian
But lacking in stallion
 

LOL! I'm sorry my dear! Was it the quick thought on my part and door open line you didn't like? Or possibly you didn't enjoy the fact that I left out the letter s in door? There's more than just one door, right! :winkwink:
 
Mr Monkey you old rapscallion
Might be Italian
But lacking in stallion

LOL! Without question yes! Plus I have more than my share of people coming up to me and start speaking Spanish ..... what's that telling me? :dunno:
 
Bread is the stuffing of gamelive.

Bread is double stuffed Oreo.

Bread can be hard.

Bread can be soft.

Bread is going to stuff Cali.

Bread.
:pope:
 
Logitech 600 I love you so much
when I didn't feel like getting up you were my crutch
We put you through a lot and you were so tough
we're both alcoholics and we asked for too much
Logitech 600 I'm so sorry it's over
Our time together was brilliance
May you be happy in Logitech heaven
forever and ever.
 
Switzerland, Logitech Heaven is in Switzerland

True story bacon I once won a Logitech flight simulator controller at a booth because I answered from what country is the company from. It was the biggest geography tech test of my career.
 
I love playing Flight Simulator.
 
Very impressive Rogie. I would not have thought Switzerland there more something like Siberia.

I think we'll step up to the 650 now. Better model. Sorry I smashed your screen 600. You're still so beautiful to me.
 
I find myself constantly on the brink of snapping,
waiting for it all to fall apart,
come crumbling down around me like it has so many times before,
This time I have nothing to look forward to,
no tools or desire to fix it.
Just watching, and waiting.
Then I can drop off the face of the earth,
pretend I never really existed before.

I crave pills, and vodka, a sweet and silent escape,
with no care if my body awakes or not.
I don't have the balls to do anything else.
Not many do.

A slice of the wrist for the crimson red,
just to let some pain flow free,
the sweet release makes my very real heart feel less
on every possible level
and that feels good to me.
a little release so I might feel simply okay
at least for a little while.

These days are dark, and the nights even longer,
no wonder my soul feels crushed.
would it really matter though if the sun was shinning.
feels like a bandaid
a flimsy fix one puts on a deep wound
hoping for the best but left with an obvious scar.

hope. That's all we've got. That's all there is.
That's the realest thing I've got.
not even that feels like enough anymore.
but hey, they say, you can only go up from here, right?
 
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Bacon look up from your Logitech 600 and check on Cami bro.
 
Oh you guys. I just like writing. Everything we go through in life, good or bad, is an opportunity for inspiration that must be ceased!

I want to publish a book some day. maybe.
 
seized

nice freudian slip cami

don't die
 
lol thanks Matty. I thought I had that wrong.

I wasn't planning on it, unless some freak accident happens.

It's just a poem. you can all calm down.
 
I had a poem in mind at one point recently. Seriously, so good.

Fuck me I could have been rich from that.