Its 3:53am on the 14th of february 2008. I'm sitting on the toilet and giving a fantastic performance in regaurds to colon excretion, I'm tired, but feel as though I am bursting with ideas..
All that is coming to me are random, puzzle like quips that I can't make any sense of.
I was served with a notice from my landlord today that I have to pay rent otherwise ''legal action will be taken by *insert real estate agents name here*...oooooohhhhh scary. Try me cunts, try me. I JUST got hot water after living a month here, they still havnt fixed my security car park, forcing me to leave my car on the street leaving it susceptable to being broken into..they don't scare me. I mean if they did, do you think I could sit on the toilet and think up words that rhymed with my name? No? Yes? Nah man? Well here they are..
CHRIS:
Piss
Miss
Tisk
List (pushing it, but yeah)
Sis
Dis
Hiss
Kiss
Cist......
..Thank you and goodnight
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