No good comes of pain;
Contorting in my bed linen:
My back bends that way?!
Just to add a touch of humour to the last line.
I currently detest you. Nay, detest those who studied your responses to cultivation, ploughing and frost. Frost you, mates! FROST YOU. I hope you get eaten by the birds in the census I wrote a report on this month.
(That's real ecology there.)
Glares at boring mind-numbing material,
I wish livejournal had 100 icons like InsaneJournal. Clearly LiveJournal is too sane.