I didn't exist in the 90s.
That's right, i just turned eleven.
Just his little slice of *******.

I also have a disco ball.

It lies to me and i'm afraid that one day,

Apprentice will overpower master.

I'll die peacefully in my sleep.



It tells me i am lame

And that it will **** me with a mustard packet.

Yellow

Yellow

Yellow



All the sunshine is gone.

There is only mustard.

And everything i eat tastes like malice.



One day, i will conquer it.

I expect it to bleed.

Shattered glass,

Sparkling in the dark.

You shall glow no more, silly inanimate object.



Revenge is comfort.

Soft, lovely comfort.

Fuzzy blankets and lentil soup.

Now i can sleep.