So my diary ISN'T sad and empty, I am putting some random stuff down to show that my diary is loved...well in a dark sort of way lol.

Anywayz I found this really funny poemy writing thingy today you just got to see it:

Abraham Spunk: Flee vestibule for momentary tectonics

A corpse of sellotape castrating her magesty
a telephone...

i was thinking, has the cancer passed by your window
the cardboard mamogram eats ice cream
  when your father whips you in the pissoir grande -
operating on an open grave in the hope of finding some
artichokes hammers made of lillies, a wife carving the day's new noosphere

That is so weird!