No, I haven’t seen The Tourist yet.
Good night, everybody!
Johnny Depp & Ricky Gervais - 2012 Golden Globes
You fetch me trapwire,
I’ll get some planks of wood,
We’ll dig a hole in the dirt,
I’ll take the shovel and,
you give directions to me,
We’re gonna dig this thing deep,
We’ll hide it under grass,
Hide it so they can’t see,
That we built their burial ground,
They’ll be
Covered in planks of wood,
Pulled down by trapwire,
So they will never be found,
I’ll take a walk on by,
On every other day,
To see if our trap has worked,
I took a walk down on,
A lonely Sunday night,
With no light for me to see,
I fell into the trap,
and hit the bottom hard,
Planks of wood fell all over me…
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Not my best, mainly because it doesn’t rhyme, but then again not my worst piece of writing , but I do not like how I ended it… Either way - that’s not quite important… This has nothing to do with what it reads it’s all a metaphor… I will explain, another time… If I’m allowed…
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU, YOU SHITTY ASS, BITCH, ARSE, COCK, HITLER WANKING, PIECE OF SHIT… Ugh… I feel better…
| — | Emilie Forst |



