This is waiting for me.
Mocking me.
Calling my name.
Laughing in my face.
Send help.Send detergent.
Send vinegar.
Send strength.
Send reinforcements.
Send an exorcist.
Or a priest.
But not my pastor. He doesn't need to see this.
Goodbye forever.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Send Help
Even though I'm still feeling rotten, I have no time to be sick.
This is waiting for me.
Mocking me.
Calling my name.
Laughing in my face.Send help.
Send detergent.
Send vinegar.
Send strength.
Send reinforcements.
Send an exorcist.
Or a priest.
But not my pastor. He doesn't need to see this.
Goodbye forever.
This is waiting for me.
Mocking me.
Calling my name.
Laughing in my face.
Send help.Send detergent.
Send vinegar.
Send strength.
Send reinforcements.
Send an exorcist.
Or a priest.
But not my pastor. He doesn't need to see this.
Goodbye forever.
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3 comments:
yikes...wish I lived closer...
I hope you feel better soon!! I wish I was closer I could always cook for you...hehehe
I know being sick stinks esp in the summer! I am fighting a sinus infection for the second time in 3 weeks! Again hope you are back to your self real soon!!!
That looks like an invitation to the laundry mat.
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