Thursday, September 10, 2009

Random Gaga

The sky is red, the grass is blue.
The sun is green, all this is true.
What am i writing, I have no clue.

-A guy with limited conscience

As I Was Going Up The Stairs,
I Met A Man Who Wasn't There.
He Wasn't There Again Today.
I Wish, I Wish, He'd Go Away.