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“Come in to my parlour”, said the spider to the fly.

“Not fucking likely”, said the fly.

The fly flew away.

The spider looked on. Helpless.

Steven the Seagull

Steven Seagal sits at home

In his Californian beachfront house

Waiting

A seagull flies in through an open window

At last!

Steven Seagal has a new friend

Steven the Seagull

Three days later, Steven the Seagull is dead

Steven Seagal sits at home

In his Californian beachfront house

Waiting

Death by Banana

I used to eat five bananas a day

But then someone told me about potassium poisoning

Now I limit myself to two

It can make you irritable, cause diarrhea or even death

Maybe I should cut them out all together

Or eat a hundred bananas

To see what happens

What a way to go

I’m undecided

Wednesday, 1.15pm.

It’s Wednesday.

We’re half way through the week.

Yay.

I’m 30.

I’m halfway through my life.

Yay.

Wishing away the days

Because we don’t know what to do with them.

Yay.

Changes

Summer is nearly over

Winter is on the way

Another year gone by

We’re all going to die

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