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some days I just wish the Doctor would show up, rescue me from aliens, and make me his new companion.
basically.
trenchfoot
We are the mines
buried ancient, buried deep,
guarding enemy lines long dissolved
and trenches where men drowned and died,
eaten away by the rot of the icy mud
shivering, starving.
Hypothermia seeps through our clothes
staining our skin and our bones.
We will die an iodine death.
We will gain a dead man’s glory.
“…and little Adolf Hitler Smith may be a very nice little boy, but no one will like him.”
basically how my tutoring sessions go.
I’ve been going around being extremely white today.
and saying things like “let’s bounce,” “word,” “yo that,” and, the best one: “that’s jus’ how I roll”
Yeah, someone shoot me.
