A poem
A poem doesn't have to rhyme,
To do so takes up too much time,
And I'm fucking busy.
Labels: poetry
posted by El Sprengiko @ 14:09
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
About Me
- Name: El Sprengiko
- Location: London, Micronesia
meerkats, the drunkover, proper coffee, monochrome, randomness, aviator shades, cricket statistics, poorly translated signposts, obscurity, absurdity, jungle, king prawns, dirk benedict, points of view, number 73, emails, photos, chaos, travelling videos, lech walesa, pointless details, marmite, football, sleep, interesting names, laurel & hardy, 100 years of solitude, green, multimedia, comedy facial hair, sambuca, crocodiles, dancing in supermarkets, slash, wit, doughnuts, pistachio nuts, pretending my banana is a gun, communism, close to me, espanol, the unknown rebel, conversations between strangers, irony, red thai curry, photoshop, spinal tap, smoothies, bmx, novelty t-shirts, the persistent humour of life, thursdays, barbecues, brass eye, david gest's happy little face, politeness, atoms, sonrisas, applewood smoked cheddar, derby, dwarves, map reading, mushrooms, 8mm, shakespearean quotations, sneezing, drum & bass, torrential rain, spaghetti westerns, soup, galapagos, distrust in all enterprises that require new clothes, balsamic vinegar, scotch whiskey, vomiting underwater, the cheeky chinaman, eyes, hats, it, abnormality. twice.
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