So my scheme failed! How could it fail?!!! It was the perfect plan to destroy the Vole but it failed. FAILED!!!!
It's because I said I love trees isn't it? You didn't believe me did you? I don't blame you. Who could love trees? All they do is just fucking stand there. They are just trumped-up broken lampposts.
No. I am not some wet-indie loving stalkette.
I am the Anti-Vole!
I am the Anti-Vole. I am the vinyl smasher. I am the tree-hugger mugger. I am the Uppal-watch watcher. I am the forest burner. The de-cycler. The dolphin eater. The Clarkson cheerer. The slow loris smasher. The Guardian twister. The folk heckler. The Thatcher lover. The bike kicker. The Norway nuker. I am the fear that hides beneath the beds of the liberal middle classes...
I am the Right.
I am the Gnashing Mole.
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