Monday, 13 October 2014
What can I Do?
The existential question of my generation. As it turns out I spilled all my tax dollars quarantining a better life into a dessert. The only joy I can take is they do not have a pension as well, sand parasites who do not under any circumstance wish us well. So these desperate dweller upon who I have exponent trillion need more help to defeat a organization of cave men. I once again defy the logical retort because of the oil man who greases my existence.
I am lappiing my pool in petro dollars
is light crude
better then the