The Nulliad

I sing of fading charms and the woman, wondering if anyone has ever broken up with their lover on a blog - or is this the first time?
Well, I don't know, all I can say is: Helen of Troy, right now, your's is the blandly wearying face that finally closed all the shipyards of Europe for good and left only a polluted mass of foul smelling flotsam and jetsam in its wake. Perhaps one ship still remains afloat, but it's a only a rusting Serbian herring trawler with a leaky engine that is spewing monstrous oil slick into formerly crystal waters and is also responsible for the premature and agonising death of many rare birds and fish. Oh, and yes, this lone, wretched vessel is crewed entirely by incontinent and leprous gnomes.
Never mind, you'll always have Paris, eh? Bye!

P.S: Helen, can you email me directions back to my house? Thanks. (You can leave them in the comments if that's easier)

Comments

[The Crack Young Staff]

Mr. Baldwin,

This "post" is sheer brilliance. We aren't sure how to get you back home, but we must warn you about the Lotus Eaters.