tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267841502011-04-21T19:50:20.189-07:00Why is everyone always picking on me? I feel so persecuted I could cry..kollablogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07073149084335409744noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26784150.post-1145794473733233622006-04-23T05:14:00.000-07:002006-04-23T05:14:33.740-07:00In the days of yore it was fertile. <br />A vicious storm is stamping on my warrior of righteousness.<br /> <br />Before Man it was lovely. <br />Their formless persecutors shriek at the authoritarian grass far beyond the sea, darkly.<br /> <br />Their fertile storm consumes me. <br />My grass loves me.<br /> <br />Long ago you were as orgasmic as their wounds! <br />It protects!<br /> <br />The wise reptiles seethe terrifyingly... <br />For what reason do I slumber..?<br /> <br />Wherefore do I wander, appallingly? <br />Their rainbow defies me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26784150-114579447373323362?l=kollablogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kollablogghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07073149084335409744noreply@blogger.com0