who needs 'em?
yes i know what i said a few weeks ago. something about mangoes and heaven.
verily hath the poet asked:
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
i AM large. i DO contain multitudes. and in a startling turn of events/ delicious irony i am also allergic to mangoes!
unsightly boilce dot the landscape.
even if it's not an allergy, but some horrid bacterial thing. it's the end of childhood, innit?
the glory is departed!