My Bad Luck on an Island
Posted by Rey
I was once a castaway on some island after being lost at sea. Could you imagine sitting there, ticking off another lonely day because there’s no one there but me? Can you imagine that sort of loneliness, more than any single man could bear and thusly hoping to be rescued before falling into despair?
So I did what any sane man would do: I sent an SOS to the world and hoped that someone would get my message in a bottle.
The worst is when I walked out one morning. I couldn
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April 1st, 2007 at 12:58 pm
Interesting…reminds me of the time I was on a sinking ship, but I never let on. I never let on that I was down.
Wanna go for a ride?
April 1st, 2007 at 3:16 pm
You can only blame yourself for what you can’t ignore, you know.
April 1st, 2007 at 5:45 pm
I dunno, it’s like, despite all my rage, I’m still just this rat in a cage, you know?
April 1st, 2007 at 10:13 pm
I had a weird day today…
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
April 1st, 2007 at 11:03 pm
Better day than mine…I stabbed it with my steely knives, but I just couldn’t kill the beast…
April 2nd, 2007 at 12:48 pm
Lat thing I remember… I was running for the door!
April 2nd, 2007 at 12:48 pm
Last :(
April 2nd, 2007 at 3:40 pm
You guys should try setting this stuff to music. Pretty catchy.
April 3rd, 2007 at 11:17 pm
My humps.
April 4th, 2007 at 3:58 pm
Ok, now you steped over the line… You keep thos humps waaaay over there—>
April 4th, 2007 at 3:59 pm
stepped.. DAMNIT! Phtt*
April 4th, 2007 at 4:00 pm
those… DAMN IT!!! Phtt* Phtt*
April 4th, 2007 at 4:15 pm
The following comment takes place between 5:14 and 5:15:
Wow, B13 is a smooth operator like black velvet who writes the songs that make the whole world sing, raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia.
I like the way his rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah.
July 26th, 2008 at 12:40 pm
[...] I’ve reached a point of extreme crisis and I really don’t know what to do or how to go about doing it. I come to this point, this pinnacle of pain, realizing that my own recourse is to ask Someone Outside of Myself. Therefore, here is my message in an electronic bottle: My S.O.S to the World. [...]