a little forestory here. last night i went to see bleeding through (awful), slayer (tame.) and Marilyn Manson (rad). the security wasnt paying attention to the crowd and were "talking" during manson. i dont know how, but they were standing 10 feet away from the grate and they didn't pick me up for like what seems like forever. (yes, i ate it. i ate it hard, i landed on my head and they wanted to take me to the hospital.)
okay. here's my poem.
i went to see slayer and landed on my head
it started raining and water poured onto my bed
they accused me of being drunk, high or concussed
water all over your bedding and sheets, really sucks
slayers pit was almost laughable
i cant turn my head, and i really want a nappable.
i feel really dizy so that's the end of this crapable.
lol napable.
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