The mind races...
You think about your knife.
The only friend who hasn't betrayed you..
The only friend who won't be dead by sun up.

Sleep tight, mates, in your quilted shambray night shirts.

That was deep man.

-kthxbi :)

I'm glad the only thing you changed was the formatting. If you'd changed it just a little there might have been a question about your ethnicity. Luckily it is definite that you are indeed ethnic.
Such a depraved ethnic, you feel sometimes that to repost a post by someone else in HBSG here is witty... or something?

You're only supposed to post your own material here.

Oh, sorry. I was so inspired by these words (http://www.totse.com/community/showthread.php?t=2172951) that I felt they had to be told here.

I didn't know it had to be your own work.

Isn't this similar to a poem on that one episode of Seinfeld? The one where Elaine trys to fire the crazy-mailroom guy, but chickens out and just ends up promoting him?