I think I shat my pants while sleeping again at my booth. I don't think anyone noticed, but after getting to the bathroom I found that I actually did shat my pants.
I didn't feel like cleaning it up through, so I just took a shower with my clothes on. Hopefully they can't smell it over the booze.
It has been some time, although I have never actually spoke to you, I have always had the intention of doing so, I sincerely believe pissing on police ships has done me more justice than harm, let me express how contempt I am with living up to my fathers expectations, as you well know, I was pissed on as a kid, so I grew up pissing on people, seemingly, I have never found anyone else following such a tradition, until the other day, when I saw a gas sniffer piss on a large freighter ship, I suppose I see it as the colour of emotion pouring out of the tip of my ****.
*in wavy white script, inconsistent in style but controlled*
Hello, my name is Tobias. Everything is a story.
It all goes along in an expanding spiral
I start in the middle, and it all drifts apart
Sharp edges may deter, but they also are mirrors
So we bounce around, looking for respite
Cold, dark as this place is, I can acquiesce
Though I do wish refraction would take a better place
Cold and bright, such is the ideal
And the unfelt but perfect wind to top off
But as everything is not what we wish
So hail and silver is all I desire
As edges are easily turned to fluff
So the warm deadening weather
Can be easily felt
As a cold stiff breeze
From the other side