Wednesday, 25 June 2008

Meaninglessness

these-questions

Words: Leo Tolstoy (My Confession)

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

um. yeah. uh. that's one way of looking at things...

want a reeses?

Debra Kay said...

That's why I got a parrot-no silent spaces....just farts and howls.

Jeannetto said...

Ive been wrecked with these stupid non-problem problems all month. And this reminds me that it's all shit and I should take up drinking alone at home again.

And my word verification is, "drukvd." A sign?

switch said...

SHAZAM!

Anonymous said...

mr prozac... we love you. that can be enough for today, yeah?

ElizT said...

Do we?
xjxsmszl!

baggelboy said...

I like your thinking today.
Life has no meaning or purpose.

God is dead so he can't save the queen.

The only thing left to do is to take Jeannettes advice and drink myself into an unimportant early grave.

my word verification is "oqbocld" it has no meaning.

ElizT said...

Or early urn, maybe; and when is it no longer early?

Anonymous said...

don't get me wrong, drinking to excess is almost always the best option on the table. i just want mr p to feel well cared for as he does it.

i think "hycka" has deep meaning, and when i get drunk enough, i will know what it is.

Steve said...

DK - your parrot has incredibly similar mannerisms to my therapist. Twins separated at birth?

Love is not just enough OF88, it's more than enough, thank you.