welcome back

yea, i finally caved in.
i. got. a. new. keyboard.

now while waiting all these depressing weeks.  I have found some activities.
For instance, i was growing my own cabbage, inwhich i ingested all of it
and used my personal compost to saute some beautiful macaroons.

but wait, you say that doesn't make sense. THOSE ARE COOKIES.
well they are not your damn cookies.  so lay off the prestine fabric that covers my legs.

(i'm also starting a clothing line using threads spun from the backs of hairy people.
who are not werewolves, but they could be close.)

calm down pubic face.  my brain is off top top

I AM SO HUNGRY.  and besides being hungry, i want to eat a platoon of candy cane cats.


March on one by one, till the fun im done.  I'll speak when spoken to... unless you stick your thumb in your bum.

Ye' old adversary.
you are so old.
and for this i write you a poem
of how old you are.

i hope you're not dead yet
xoxo
Joe's shoes half off
peace
bon soir

AEROPLANES YEA RITE, i fly that shit for breakfast.

did i mention i was really hungry?  The food awaiting me is blended fish and eggwhites.
oh hell yesss.