I woke up as a human bomb.
Actually I never slept so rather I broke into a human bomb.
Red wire…green wire… yellow wire.
Red one to destroy me,
green one to diffuse me,
and yellow.
Well yellow one was to make me a depressing megalomaniac.
Being a dumbass I am, I chose the yellow one to cut.
After that a rage of drinking…a room full of jazz…I was dreaming of kangaroos.
I got the solution for my depression at last.
I just took out a beer bottle…chilled to it’s core
and simply I put it right on my dick.
Depression and all those mother fucking shits were all into the gutter.
Now I am just a potential demolition with only red and green wire.
Either you can make me blast or you can make me disappear.
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Painting: Diane Morrison.
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Oh dear, time to wake up. I feel like a traffic light.
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