Why write when there is nothing to write about? Except mud…

A mild commitment to writing a post every week I guess.

Oh I do have something to write about but why should I drag a body through the mud?

Fun
We had
But now I am a racist
According to a fascist
Mud, mud, mud

mud

Share
Posted on March 10, 2010 by . This entry was posted in Death, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>