Look, I Can't Go Out With You,

I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get Along With The Lord.

He Came Over And Ruffled My Hair, Which Is Technically Assault. I Could Get On The Blower To Childline.

This Soft Grass Suggests 'softness' To Me, But Also At The Same Time 'lying-down-ness'.

Still, Life Carries On. Exams To Be Examined. Serious Things To Be Thingied.

P.p.s. I Am Giving You Telepathic Hugs. P.p.p.s. But Not In A Telepathically Lezzie Way.