"but there's no sense crying over every mistake/
you just keep on trying until you run out of cake/
and the science gets done and you make a neat gun/
for the people who are still alive..."
The ending is a cake made of win and love, with a heavy layer of awesome frosting all over it.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
you just keep on trying until you run out of cake/
and the science gets done and you make a neat gun/
for the people who are still alive..."
The ending is a cake made of win and love, with a heavy layer of awesome frosting all over it.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.