EPITAPH
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
- My brain believes ferociously in the spontaneous generation.
- When I want to think about mice, I imagine first a piece of dirty cloth.
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