In which Greg shares the pain
Greg says:
Master Kenneth?
Greg says:
KENNY
The Third Kenny says:
here
Greg says:
The world is a pit of sorrow and anger marinated in the tears of its victims
The Third Kenny says:
True. But largely irrelevant
Greg says:
To you perhaps but some of us have to live in it
The Third Kenny says:
Only through slackness
Greg says:
That’s true. But existent coffee tends to be fresher.
The Third Kenny says:
I regularly have a compulsion to make coffee cease to exist
Greg says:
That, however, is contingent on its pre-existence
The Third Kenny says:
How so?
Greg says:
Don’t give me that at this time of day.
The Third Kenny says:
No need to be snippy
Greg says:
Who’s snippy
The Third Kenny says:
Yous snippy.
Greg says:
Lets stop saying snippy
The Third Kenny says:
I concur
The Third Kenny says:
Why do you say pit of sorrow etc…
Greg says:
A foul pit of misery and dispair
The Third Kenny says:
Despair. Not despair. In any case why?
Greg says:
Hungover
The Third Kenny says:
So why the shouting
Greg says:
I wish to share my pain
The Third Kenny says:
Through upper case letters and banality
Greg says:
Also sheer power of will
The Third Kenny says:
Does that hurt?
Greg says:
Less than you’d think
The Third Kenny says:
Consider your pain shared
No comments:
Post a Comment