Ha! This is the kind of warped thing you give birth to when you plant seeds of thoughts of poetry in the state of mind and body I’m in, went to go to bed, realized I had to pee… and out to poor Wolfe came..

Alas, for poor me
has dost to pee
upon the porcelain pissing tree!

Thats what comes into warped heads when all they want to do is bed, and instead… well, you got the picture, if I don’t leave now it will turn into loads of more stanzas, and none of us -really- want that, mind you, you’re reading this entry. So maybe you do.

Again, Good night, and this time I mean it.

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