Monday 5 February 2007

Superbowl Sunday

I couldn't think of anything of note to write today, so I thought I'd stick on my mate's poem:

my nightmares take me greatly, make
me shake and make me hate me,
despair has cake'd me, midnight jaded,
all my light has faded, all my life
unstable waded, into rotten water,
sunken to the deepest torture




I had this chip butty for dinner today:













poetry and chip butty
mmmmm.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

now thats a sweeet buttie, i can almost taste its chunky goodness... i can feel its essence awakening my hunger, my deep rumbleings are yerning to savour the flavour of the much love peeled, sliced an cooked potato...

Anonymous said...

man thats a hot buttie, i can almost taste it chunky goodness, my deep rumbleings are yerning to savour the juicy flavour of a perfectly peeled, sliced and cooked potato, all wedged between thick crumbley sheets of velvety bread

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Find Comfort In Darren said...

Looks soo good dude, make me one sometime yer...