Let Sleeping Dogs Lie -- a poem by YouTube Auto Caption

Let sleeping dogs lie.
I say, you know,
and you know, let sleeping dogs. And referring to touch him.

Now let me refresh your memory
for Russians,
that's right
Russians. For recipes communists continuity this
well. Now you remember.

Well the also remember how a few years ago all we ever talked about was how the Russians
would take over the world.

However a household with the running by communists and that filthy communism,
well you know we fear the Russians back in them days, and for good reasons to an ally
of areas.

Russia.
They've got no money
Russia, they've got brown lot I said yes and what I said.
Does he get it?
Am I the only one that gets it?
Sure!

I mean it's an attitude--I--communism has a right to exist.
Awaiting the moment ago about a lot of freedom to the ballot democracy.

Well I know what you're thinking.
You thinking this can see some
right wing paramilitary action. Every available opportunity is live at the end of the day.
Of the bible or maybe that's true but I never did any harm.

All I'm saying is that a few years ago people used to listen to me
I think.
Listen in:
The Russians, they contracted of the world again. Of the forget that for one second my friend.
Russell find itself.
The lining up for toilet paper in some godless well.

There's one more thing I'd like to say:
Delegates.
I forgot about them in jail.
Well this is what they want us to do. That's right!
The Russian communists
make a living
that's . . .

Some people say to me that seeking out so. I say to them, for and
Cigna they eventually wake up.
That you out that sort of democracy.
Do you think I don't know what you're up to russia?
Don't think I'm not aware of the fact that Ed McDonough much. And I say it,

I am shocked.
Yeah.
Nineteen.
Andrea.
Well, yeah!

Why I Committed Twittercide

I just couldn't handle it anymore. I had no choice but to off myself. It's a serious subject, and I shouldn't make fun, but in a way I have no other viable choice. It's either laugh or cry, and I am just so tired of crying.

So last week was really rough in my life--hard at work, hard at home, worst of all possible worlds. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was done with stress. I just wanted to stay home, put my feet up, maybe get a little sex from my man. None of that looked like it was going to happen, so I flipped. I tweeted some things that could have sounded a little suicidal.

Am I really suicidal? That's a complicated question. I don't think I am legitimately going to kill myself. I don't really want to die. I just want some of the horrible feelings to die sometimes. I really do understand the difference.

I knew what I was tweeting at the time and I knew there was a chance that some who read my tweets could become alarmed. In retrospect, I feel like an inconsiderate little douche. Still, the twittercide did, in a sense, provide me with the catharsis that seemed to have shocked me, at least for now, out the funk I was in.

I've never really thought of myself as a drama whore, but my behavior recently should probably make me reconsider my own self-perception.

If you followed me before and you no longer wish to follow me, rest assured I understand and I do not think worse of you. For those who do choose to follow me this time around, I thank you for hanging around.

Tweet ya' later.