"bert" poems
the older generation
thinks we're all meth-heads,
ritalin-riddled serial killers,
serious ingesters
of buckets-of-blood thrillers,
they look at me funny
when I sag my pants
look at me funny
when I've got my girl in my arms
and her hands on my zipper
moving slowly
to the biggest dipper, too loud,
they say,
too loud,
too much cursing,
too much blood and gore,
too many games about getting money
and running over grannies to get more;
Ren and Stimpy,
and
Bert and Ernie,
two homos
that need to burn
for their sin,
the world is going
to hell in a handbasket.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
The Helos hovered silently
as the Seals roped to the ground.
They touched down on Sesame Street
where the “Big Bird” could be found.
The C.I.A. had tracked him
Using feed from P.B.S.
President Mitt o.k’d the hit
when we tracked him to his nest.
A blue grouch in a garbage can
liay bleeding on the floor.
That **** named Cookie Monster
won’t eat cookies anymore.
Ernie, Bert and rubber ducky
Were in the bath they say
When Seal team six broke through the door
and blew them both away.
Big Bird hid in Hooper’s store
While all this had transpired.
Then he laid down suppressing fire
With a weapon he’d acquired
Several Seals lay silent
in that sleep that isn’t sweet.
Snuffleupagus opened up
and forced a Seal retreat.
A stealth Helo exploded
raining wreckage on the street.
Maddened Muppets hurling Bricks
compounded Mitt’s defeat.
As of today Big Bird’s at large.
Him we couldn’t whack.
The briefing failed to tell us
That a Liberal Bird fights back.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Always there, Justin Tyme. He's a good friend of mine.
This morning I went into the kitchen and yelled "you're toast!" and then I ate it.
A lovely response to a question: "Does a bear **** in the woods?"
I reply, "What about polar bears???"
When people say, "Jesus is holy." Do you think he cringes?
My girlfriend told me that I had scruples. I suddenly became scared and made a doctor’s appointment for an STD check.
What did Ernie say when Bert asked to get ice cream? “Sure Bert.”
I find it interesting when people say,
"It's the quiet ones you have to "worry'' about.
I believe it's the ones who blend in you have to worry about.
"Awkward Silence" ??
What is so awkward about silence???
I believe people are awkward, not silence.
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I need some bliss so, I'm going to be ignorant.
Along with his three Peeps, Hershey Kisses the Tootsie Roll Midgets.
To display their different mediums of art, the sky is the Gods exhibit and we are the critics.
For the Nondreamers:
You may look down on me as If I appear to have my head in the clouds.
Note to self: When you look up at the sky, I'm looking down on you.
Some say I'm cheesy...may be that I'm just Krafty.
I saw a sign on the freeway that said 'Exercise daily and walk with Jesus.' So I did. Jesus and I walked together laughing and smiling all the way to the lake front, but he kept walking...Then it dawned on me, I forgot my aqua shoes.
"I tend to add a hint of lemon while preparing my sought after traditional Christmas goose." Here's a hint, don't ruin the hint.
Ask a person with a lisp to say thimble and symbol...it sounds the same.
We are all artists who never put ourselves out for display.
Empty thoughts filled with absence.
What's on my mind is nothing, but what's inside is pure bliss.
I'm existing in the nonexistent.
God needs glasses and hearing aids.
Last night she nailed me harder than Jesus! (too soon)??
"I would be more than happy to give you an external hard drive."
"Ah, give or take.'' I'm confused...what do I do??
Good Friday??? Good God! That's terrible. Put me on a cross and I'll tell you how "good" my day is...maybe we should consider revising the name of this holiday?
I'm a conductor who's lost his train of thought.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
matt’s hats tom’s tools & tobacco lou’s liquors fred’s beds dale's doors frank’s planks bill’s drills jane’s drains & panes chuck’s check cashing cheryl’s barrels hank’s tanks tina’s trucks & tractors walt’s asphalt sean’s pawn rick’s rifles mom’s guns terry’s tires charlie’s harleys rhonda’s hondas jim’s rims art’s parts gus’s gas mike’s bikes frank’s feed gwen’s pens ann’s cans nancy’s nursery joes‘s clothes jess’s dresses bert’s skirts steve’s sleeves paul’s shawls michelle’s shells & bells al’s pails & snails sam’s hams & jams patty’s pancakes phil’s chili don’s donuts betty’s spaghetti bob’s burgers alycia’s quiches jean’s beans jerry’s berries anna’s bananas andy’s candies cathy’s taffies tony’s ponies roy’s toys ron’s batons kim’s whims marty’s parties jill’s pills rick’s tricks alice’s palace debbie’s disposal dave’s graves
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC
He thinks her little feet should pass
Where dandelions star thickly grass;
Her hands should lift in sunlit air
Sea-wind should tangle up her hair.
Green leaves, he says, have never heard
A sweeter ragtime mockingbird,
Nor has the moon-man ever seen,
Or man in the spotlight, leering green,
Such a beguiling, smiling queen.
Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk,
Her mouth as sweet as red-rose musk;
And when she dances his young heart swells
With flutes and viols and silver bells;
His brain is dizzy, his senses swim,
When she slants her ragtime eyes at him. . .
Moonlight shadows, he bids her see,
Move no more silently than she.
It was this way, he says, she came,
Into his cold heart, bearing flame.
And now that his heart is all on fire
Will she refuse his heart's desire?--
And O! has the Moon Man ever seen
(Or the spotlight devil, leering green)
A sweeter shadow upon a screen?
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I had a boss
When I worked,
A black-hearted sycophant
We'll call Bert.
There was no escaping
From this ****
Unless Daddy'd sheathed
Before his squirt.
He was the smiling villain,
With a glad-handshake,
And a slap on the back:
One never knew of his scurrilous attacks
On reputation,
On self-esteem,
This viper slithered
In my Garden of Eden.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
reposting a poem from 3 1/2 years ago, when I knew how to write
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organizing the day,
while the baby room renter in the adjacent,,
makes dreamy rock n' roll noises,
siren calls to stay~lay in bed,
tho status of semi-alert,
ready to relieve Ernie and Bert,
who have the first shift covered
soon on guard duty,
scheming about dis n' dat,
you are sleeping, dreaming,
wide awake seeing,
multitasking with eyes closed simultaneously.
lesser of a poet, more a notate-er,
list keeper, note taker,
arguing with yourself inside the head,
actually feeling the thoughts
coursing, lurking, seeing both sides now,
parentally, washing the dishes
of the hours and years ahead.
while the woman-mother
makes her soprano dreaming noises,
you laugh at the orchestra of
******* sighing somnolent noises,
a cadenza of love dancing in your
irresistible wide awake dreams.
paying the bills, lying in the dark,
you wonder-worry about the agenda
unknown that will overgrow you,
fast creeping up the grain of your skin,
ivy on stone skin walls.
lala lala
you borrow baby's lullaby,
yourself for to calming,
keeping time, silly rhyming,
organizing the days ahead
in you head, while,
recording the harmonies of
sweet sensory inputs.
the dark provides the cloak
where you alone
feel and hear the worry
and laugh lines knitting
into a single stitch of parenting.
1/20/2013
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
The second poem in the series by my alter ego, Count Orlok the wicked Vampyr
O how the moon peeps out gaily from behind a pink cloud,
Its light shining wanly on the grave of my fat neighbour,
That ugly old **** Bert Higgenbottom, follower of silly old Jesus,
As my vampyr fangs glisten in the ***** moonlight.
Ding! **** The midnight bell tolls like the clappers
And I rise fully ***** to begin the horrid task
Which I have been putting off for months:
The ritual defilement of his mouldy corpse.
What a shock to discover his nightdress-clad body
Lying next to his collection of Doris Day LPs;
Thus I turn the putrid plump corpse over carefully
Before sodomising it with my mighty circumcised ****
Yucch! It's a grim job but someone's got to do it.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
It was late into the night
When Bert Ernie and I
Were traveling across the plans of Nebraska
Much to my surprise
Bert looks me straight in the eyes
And says Mike, I gotta question to ask ya
With Big Bird wrapped up in the trunk
You'd think that he'd already thunk
About this night long before it already happened
When we took Oscar the Grouches can lid
And whacked Big Bird smack dab in the head
Then tied him up tight while he was napping
We rolled him out to curb
Believe me it looked quite absurd
Ernie grunting with Bert complaining as feathers went flying
But as would be our fate
Able to make our planed escape
When Count Von Count took time out to do some feather counting
So this is now where we are
Bert, Ernie, Me, and Big Bird in the trunk of our car
Not really knowing where it is we are heading
Our thinking went only as far
As nabbing Big Bird and the get away car
Putting Ernie in charge wasn't such a good idea is what I am betting
Ernie says he's figured it all out
Bert says we need this, but still has his doubts
Cause Bert owes back pay alimony and Ernie his ******
We head to Ernie's planed drop off spot
And of course it's swarming with cops
While our inside man " The Monster " gave us up for Cookies
They let Big Bird out of the trunk
Who proceeded to slap us punch drunk
Then straight to the judge to pay for this hideous crime
I can't think of any worse fate
I now know this was a fatal mistake
The sentence...
Banished to Sesame Street for life, now that is hard time
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
I met my girlfriends family today
Northerners
It was her grandad on her father's sides
Ninetieth birthday but you couldn't tell!
Congratulations
We go out for a meal, enjoying the laughs
They thought I couldn't eat
The giant whaler portion
Of fish and chips
"It's got nowhere to go!"
"Y'don't get fish like that down south"
"You'll never finish that."
"Are you struggling?"
"Good luck with that!"
I only went and ate it all didn't I
Proved them wrong and now I think
I may never ever eat again
A fully suppressed appetite forever
All to make a point and to be
Accepted
To be fair though,
We don't get fish like that down south and
I would eat the giant whaler portion again
Provided someone's doubt in my ability to
Actually eat it swayed me from the large
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
He thinks her little feet should pass
Where dandelions star thickly grass;
Her hands should lift in sunlit air
Sea-wind should tangle up her hair.
Green leaves, he says, have never heard
A sweeter ragtime mockingbird,
Nor has the moon-man ever seen,
Or man in the spotlight, leering green,
Such a beguiling, smiling queen.
Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk,
Her mouth as sweet as red-rose musk;
And when she dances his young heart swells
With flutes and viols and silver bells;
His brain is dizzy, his senses swim,
When she slants her ragtime eyes at him. . .
Moonlight shadows, he bids her see,
Move no more silently than she.
It was this way, he says, she came,
Into his cold heart, bearing flame.
And now that his heart is all on fire
Will she refuse his heart's desire?-
And O! has the Moon Man ever seen
(Or the spotlight devil, leering green)
A sweeter shadow upon a screen?
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Tired of the same old scenes around here.
Thought hey im gonna explore space.
Introduce Little space dudes to bad habbits
nudie mags and maybe share a beer.
Yeah it'll take some getting use to
anti gravity bars.
Pack up the whiskey and of course the kids
honey cause were moving to mars.
People kinda look at me like my
mind did slip.
just cause im going round collecting cans.
Hell with what else are ya supposed use to
build a spaceship.
I made a few changes it runs of corn whiskey
instead of rocket fuel.
You might think im crazy.
but when my home made rocket takes off
it'll be cool.
Say goodbye kids to your ***** grandfather Bert.
Hey darlin from up here I can see down your shirt.
It's three seconds to lift off people
ya might wanna move your houses as well as cars.
Cause lord knows whats gonna happen.
in my attempt to move to mars.
Its time for lift off crap honey do ya mind lighting
fuse.
Hey kids after this maybe we'll get a reality
show.
I mean if we dont die that would only make the local
news.
The homade rocket ship rattle and shook.
I knew i forgot something I mean it's a minor thing.
Steering wheels are overrated guess I should have got a book.
And as it lifted off into the sky.
I screamed like a little girl.
I forgot I was affraid to fly.
Yes I kinda fell short on my quest to the stars.
cause i crash landed in New Jersy.
Well kids sorry but Atlantic City is probaly
a bit more fun for daddy that is.
So much for moving to Mars.
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 10:22 AM UTC
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
I am from my father’s warm cooking,
From my mom and grandma’s baking.
I am from the soggy, overdone noodles, that, though disgusting,
I was proud of because I made them myself.
I am from lemonade stands with my sister,
Keeping careful watch to see that she didn’t run into the street.
I am from drinking most of our product that we were supposed to be selling,
And making my mother pay twenty-five cents to do the same.
I am from lights on my face as I slipped into the life of another person,
proudly singing a song.
I am from “break a leg,” and “you can do it.”
I am from dancing badly and the music that compelled me to do so.
I am from Emergency Room trips,
From falling and stumbling and crashing into things.
I am from the bonfires at the camp I hated
(sparkly, mesmerizing, didn’t feel as nice as it looked)
I am from Ernie and Bert’s pointless arguments,
From my old fears of
Cookie Monster,
and crying when he came on the television.
I am from June and Mortimer’s branch.
From the crazy heritage from my dad,
and the Native American woman and the English man
who are my great-great-great-great grandparents.
I am from the chemotherapy and radiation that
didn’t work,
and crying when I heard that the boy
I had never met had died.
I am from Milo and the Phantom Tollbooth,
From the adventures that I enjoyed with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
I am from the books that I read at a very young age
that made me love the letters on the pages.
I have boxes, filled with memories.
A birth certificate,
shoes that barely fit two of my fingers.
I am from the stories that were told,
and the unwritten tales
yet to come
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
i sit in my room, staring at the wall.
photographs of all shapes and sizes
and colors form an intricate and
irresistable road map for my eyes.
they scan and scrutinize the wall;
each picture draws a colorful and
fragmented memory--
the top of the ferris wheel at six
flags with the ernie to my bert,
sticky and hot, but so happy;
driving through the neighborhoods
while bass-pounding mirror-wriggling
music assaulted our ears and the hot
summer wind whistled through us;
that aching, all-consuming grin i
just could not erase after misha let
me sing a verse with him;
over a decade of confusion and
consternation about a god who
always seemed to be too busy to
answer the sincerest prayers of
a naive and innocent child;
the heart-startling jolt of
awakening to screams and cries
for countless miserable mornings;
the bitter tears spilled so often at the
realization that assuming the best
of others often leads to nasty scars.
the pictures are tacked to the wall,
an exotic map of my adolescence.
the items overlap and intertwine,
they are all connected and dependent.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Shuffling through the rain
I start to feel that pain
That pain that there's something inside a me
But someone's telling me its different
A pain who's face says they've got nothing to gain
Sister Mary can you sell my misery?
Had enough of it, how about Ol' Brother lee?
I ain't stuck Mary, no I ain't whining
I got myself a brand new creed
And it isn't the speed
It's this brand new thing I found on my own
So listen close cause' this bus is leaving
And I don't want to hear you grieving
Brown toed boots battered down to the sole
Saw this morning my only bowls got a hole
My bedroom window is broken so the wind blows in
And my only girl Melinda has turned cold
And sold my best shirt and run off with my friend Bert
Now all I ask if for a little love now and again
A lake where I can walk and maybe take a dip to swim
I'd like to find a girl where we all we'd do is laugh
Run from the law and avoid every kind of tax
But luck was never my strong suit
Every cleaner seemed to mess it up
No courage was never a trumpet I could toot
Found a beautiful woman turned out she was flute
And when she came around town dressed in a gown
I cleaned up my act fast n' dusted off my old crown
She smiled like a woman but acted like a sun flare
Now I know what life is like when you breathe in n' dare to dare
People around me don't know my name
And I'm still feeling about the same
I see her chestnut hair every now and again
Her milk drop eyes and her neck like a cranes
Fitting into places and people was never my way
When people would asked why I wouldn't know what to say
Skies open up and rain starts to heavily fall
These wicked ways in the end will be my only pay
All my credit is gone and used up
And I lost the leash to my only pup
Each hour that clicks passes right by me
Time moves on as I still lean on a splinterin' crutch
She said she'd be back in a minute or three
Everything round' here you can't get for free
All the presents are wrapped up
But the bows cost you an extra dollar fee
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:33 AM UTC
Parma became violent
She threw her weight
Around
Bertie cowered
Hunched shoulders, eyes straight
Down
Parma pounded, pummeled
Bert's soft head fell
In
It takes allsorts
Bert's final thought
There is no sweeter sin
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
I dress in white after Labor Day
I question everything they say
I jump and skip in my work hallway
Everybody says “no” while I say “Nay”
I crunch numbers just for fun
I raise my hands toward the sun
I run around with my water gun
I carry on although it’s done
I smear my face with lines of dirt
On Casual Day I wear a shirt
I don’t know what it is to flirt
I have a blow-up doll called Bert
When I laugh alone I point to my feet
At times I stand up on my seat
I use a British accent when I greet
Disorganized, but awfully neat
I race with my trolley in the shopping mall
I point and laugh when somebody falls
When asked an urgent question I deliberately stall
Because no one will talk to me, I talk to the wall
I correct people just because I can
In summer I steal all my colleagues’ fans
When they lie on towels I play in the sand
I jump on stage and feign being in the band
I sit and eat my lunch alone
I pretend to talk on my cell phone
I hum and sing till I hear them groan
Then I jump and I skip all the merry way home
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
Dee heartgelds murried Maryy
Cask'd für Da Fodder's phyre
Felled him, made a mar'tyr
Chiree bert' a brr't boat.
Oedipus'd warned the learned
But not one had understooded -
Limpstanding on da watwa alone,
Dey dün drowninged all hope.
Wellcoming sis' sycos,
Snuffing out day shadows,
They've lost the cool brethren
Wit' whom first they formed home.
Bow ye!, b'rned ages' 'hero-anes',
Left unto the devicies' blows
Of half-manboy's gross vices,
Walled legion agao-in, cooin' be-side 'em, a-shem'D.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
beware atomic attack!
1950s civil defense
duck and cover drills
Bert the turtle
showed us the way
flash of light - duck and cover!
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Tom and Jerry, Laurel and Hardy,
Batman and Robin, Fred and Barney,
Frodo and Sam, Bert and Ernie too,
Tom Sawyer and Huck, adventures anew.
Lone Ranger and Tonto, Snowy and Tintin,
Chip and Dale, Snoopy and Woodstock grin,
Archie and Jughead, Holmes and Watson wise,
Lucy and Ethel, their antics arise.
Larry, Curly, and Moe, a comical trio,
Mutt and Jeff, Luke and Han Solo,
Lois and Clark, a super pair indeed,
These bonds of friendship, on screen we read.
But as the credits roll and the pages close,
A question lingers, as doubt grows:
Are these friendships, so perfect and true,
Reflections of bonds between me and you?
Real friendships are messy, they ebb and flow,
Not always in sync, not always aglow.
Yet in their imperfection, we find
A beauty that's real, one of a kind.
So cherish your friends, both near and far,
For in life's story, that's who you are.
Fiction may inspire, but reality's test
Proves true friendship is earth's real quest.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
I want the people knowing they made Day,
If that’s the case; or no case... make another day;
-Hey, I don’t want to turn into Malcolm or Michael;
I just wanna be what I wanna be...
Kovu, Mushu, Samuel; Bruce Lee -pure mind, **** Bill, Ip Man currency;
Me and my friends are under the sea,
Ernie and Bert are on Sesame Street,
They naughty away, displaying heart break; one day they’ll say it’s egregious;
Down here, -whales
-Nobody beat us,
Deprive us from our freeness, or leave us for our weakness,
There’s no place more exquisite, diabolical; omniscient like under the sea...
I just wanna live young, fall hard, talking love; fog season...
Can I be a petitive anomaly?
Can I be condescending pompously?
Can I touch on your skin and examine your eyes like there’s no bound to thee,
Can we slowdown the time to entwine minds and be,
One with our breath before the first drop of sweat electrify our senses to heal and define divine as we activate dormant currents in spine?
You don’t notice me but in time you will,
This connection is bigger than the Wachowski’s “Red Pill”...
Girl you must understand...
I wanna be your man, like Morpheus and Carrie Anne.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
i am up here in outer space
remembering all the fun stuff i did on earth
yeah move on up, move on down
move round and round and round
i really liked my mate bert
he was a person that had that very ugly smirk
but i liked him i liked him, he was great
and then i watch the prime minister yeah
yeah he is so right wing, man what a square
if i was there, i’ll vote for labor
and ignore the liberal voters with their *******
i love rock and roll and i love it so much
ya see whether it’s done with guitars or drums or base
i am up here showing the universe how to play air guitar
and i drive around in my expensive space car
doodly doodly doodly doo
i have people on my side, how about you
i find out that the footy show has
taken over everything that i brought on
round round bring it on down and wanna face up to the fact
that i got money for my face being fat
and my eyes are round, you can see me looking like a cat
the young entertainers will call me an old bat
what are ye archer what are ye archer doodle doo doodle doo
so one thing i like to say, is PARTY ON and remember old grey
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
christmas power
i am talking about greame thorne’s only TV performance, you see it was show
called christmas power at elizabeth bay and it was hosted by john bradley, you see john brought
10 young performers in to sing christmas carols to celebrate the reason for this day
and it was set out to be an annual TV event every christmas event, but it never made
it to the 2nd year, so here we go
john’ welcome to christmas power, a show to celebrate the magic of christmas and
i will bring in 10 performers to each sing their favourite christmas carols
first up here is kenny butler aged 11 singing silver bells
he sang it well and said at the end, how about that
john’ thanks kenny and let’s see how mrs santa claus is going, here is therse berlin with mrs santa claus
and therese sang that song with absolute grace and beauty and then john introduced, greame thorne (me)
and tim mcgrath, and they will sing silent night, and they blew away the crowd so beautifully and then
after that, the next singer was bert somers with i am sending a letter to santa claus, and every note was
played so great, and then john bradley sang jingle bells and rudolph the red nosed reindeer as santa came
out to say hello to everyone on tv australia’s first christmas show, and as santa left the stage, john brought
greg harrison out to sing hi ** silver lining and he sang that so great, he was asked by church groups to
do future shows and then john bradley brought daryl simmons comes on stage to sing away in a manger
and drove the crowd completely wild and got a standing ovation and then john bradley brought out harry stone
aged 12 and he sang we wish you a merry christmas and greame thorne(me) came out to sing good tidings we
bring to you and your king, and harry got audience participation as well as a standing ovation
john brought out the 8 th singer madelline rupert, aged 5, with white christmas, and yeah mate yeah
this was the greatest version ever, and maddeline was amazed with all the crowd really cheering her performance
and now john bradley brought out the 9th singer 10 year old jacob stone, brother of harry, and he sang
jolly old st nicholas, and everyone joined in singing and gave him a standing ovation, and then john
introduced molly ringwould to sing the christmas list, and this was a very moving performance and blew the
crowd away and at the end she got a standing ovation, and now, it was time to announce the christmas power award winner
and they rolled the drums, and therese berlin won the award, and they gave her a plaque and $500, and
this was the end of the first and last version of christmas power and there is no real proof of this show as the
tape was stolen and thrown out to sea, pretty much what happened to greame thorne (me), so there isn’t proof
but i remember this was an excellent previous life memory i have, and
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC