Turning Fall into Fail.

Aged maybe.

Tidal rivers don’t go up slopes.

If you are living like tidal fluctuations, give a wave as you pass by.

If you’re boring at home, writing weird poetry for garbage cans won’t make you more interesting.

Fluctuations? Mr Chan says “Fluct you round-eyes, too!”

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Trash in the eye is a river of pain.

This is what happens when a literature major has to find a job in the real world making garbage pales.

It has a hint of Vogon poetry, but only true Vogon poetry would drown the reader in a river of pain.

BULL$H1T!!!

Actually. The slope is getting easier at my age.

It’s all mainly downhill now.

This kind of writing is beyond the pail.

Two words . . . RUBBISH BIN

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