Someone posted this in the break room at Flight Saftey. Sooo funny.
I visited this big black Fresian at his ranch. He is HUGE!! Amazingly beautiful. You’ll find him online posing for battle.
For it is the destiny of a few that carry the hopes of the many on their backs.
OMG! I totally have used this same kind of computer to play that exact same game in elementary. FAR OUT!
(Source: world-shaker)
My powdered soul,
This dusty box,
That smells of feted earth and pox.
The pustuled remnants
They burst and scab
Leaving all that’s pocked and drab.
My sentiment
Is heated ash
Beneath the kindling’s heated stash.
My mind,
The air that stirs the heat
Of sentimented ashes seat.
Old lovers angst,
that match, ignites.
My sulfured soul combusts and blights.
Faint charred remains,
They float and settle.
Grey snow it fills my empty kettle.
Alas my tears,
They mix with soot.
That pasty mix, it feeds the root.
Now time has passed
And so it goes;
My seedling soul awaken grows.
This dusty box,
That smells of feted earth and pox.
They burst and scab
Leaving all that’s pocked and drab.
Is heated ash
Beneath the kindling’s heated stash.
The air that stirs the heat
Of sentimented ashes seat.
that match, ignites.
My sulfured soul combusts and blights.
They float and settle.
Grey snow it fills my empty kettle.
They mix with soot.
That pasty mix, it feeds the root.
And so it goes;
My seedling soul awaken grows.