Wow. More than a month since last post.
Lots happened!
None that I want to say right now. Maybe in the next one.
In the mean time, I created this poem.
Read. Enjoy.
Sleep Little Baby. Don't say a word. Brooks is gonna buy you a giant sword. If that giant sword don't slice, Brooks is gonna buy you a whittling knife. If that whittling knife don't make bows, Brooks will take you to all the shows. If those shows are so bad you cant handle, Brooks is gonna take you to a Baby Camel. If that baby camel dies, Brooks, like Jesus, will bring it back to life. Zombie baby camel eat those brains. Watch their blood flow down some drains.
Now help me think of a title for it.
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