So I've been watching Breaking Bad. Essentially, it shows Bryan Cranston as a chemistry teacher getting cancer and, reasonably, selling crystal meth to pay the bills. Cool show.
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Distracted Sonnet
I've been having these weird daydreams: I'm like
a villian in a suit-and-tie
or a pro-basketball point guard who likes
the paint. I could be driving smoothly by
a burning church, thinking only about
the inevitable threesome between
myself, my ex, and Avril Lavigne.
Hearing the screams and the fiery shouts
of the hopelessly talented orphans
burning alive with a crucifix of
a six-second abs Jesus Christ above,
I am a hero all of a sudden,
kicking down flaming doors in slow-motion.
I drink and I have a lot of free time.
