Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Captains log

cpts log…
well, well, well. what have we got here then?
some damn ridiculous notion has been placed in my head with the unfortunate effect of feeling as though ones nose is pressed uncomfortably close to a fast turning wheel used primarily for sharpening tools.
creator knows ive never been the sharpest tool in the shed and therefore there can be no other explanation for this notion other than, some foreign/alien impulse is invading my ontology.
end transmission.