Last night there was a riot in my hometown (if that doesn't sound like a John Cougar Mellencamp song I don't know what does). I watched it happen it on the news and heard the helicopters and the sirens from the safety of my couch. Some people are blaming violence in hockey and others are saying it's the fault of anarchists, people from Surrey, alcohol, the mayor, consumerism, class inequality, the full moon, Tim Horton's donuts and/or the homeless. Mr. Bunndini is both saddened and not particularly surprised (which is also sad in an isn't the world a fucked place to live kinda way) but all I can offer in consolidation is this haiku:
Cat eating pizza
Don't smash that police car up
Cause that would be wrong
Your sentiments are my sentiments--the cat eating pizza sentiment particularly
ReplyDeleteThat cat eating pizza haiku was my way of cleaning up after the riot.
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mystery cat and
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kissing in the street
(that has garnered a lot of media even here. quelle retardedness.)
Quelle boring. That photo is so two days ago.
ReplyDeletethe cat eating pizza is so two days from now. but mr bunndini is always ahead of his time.
ReplyDeleteMr Bunndini is so ahead of his time that it hurts.
ReplyDeletehis future is so bright, he has to wear shades.
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