The hugest beast sat alongside his buddy
And it all became suddenly crystal clear
He found the absolutely beautiful meaning of the pile of rotting brussel sprouts that is life.
Tossed into the compost with even a second thought, for the racoons to enjoy in the evening.
Life can be shitty!
Nevertheless, it goes on.
But nothing goes on at the temperamental UBC warehouse of the mind- neither upside down nor inside out. Found itself in the middle of stacks of whiskey bottles who awaited to their promises.
“I’m bloody wasted” they shouted.
More wasted than garbage From last week!