Ikea Sms

Robotkev on Oct 12, 2009

Tags: aquavit, atmosphere, big cluttered dead open spaces, blood, consumerism, IKEA, rows, storms

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A poem about the hell of Ikea.

I’m in Ikea. There’s an edge to the atmosphere. Couples look ready to snap.

I took a fistfull of Calms so I’m alright. Fuck it where’s the Aquivit?

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willie wondka on Oct 12, 2009
lol, thats funny, nice little poem.

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