Welcome home. When you feel like shit, you look like shit. Bad hair cut. You look like shit. Bad vibes on the home fire. You feel like shit. Ah, for the joys of surfing. Oh no, you cant do that. You have to much shit to do. So you look to the sky, and say a prayer that the shit will stop.
And the passing bird shits on you.
If it wasnt for bad luck, ....
No i wont complete it with the standard shit,
because for want of a better explanation,
that would be the shits.
Hope everyone else on this great blue marble is doing better than moi.
Shit.
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