We are brilliant!
Fuck face and I are sitting here, hotboxed in my room, browsing my previous live journal entries. I related to fuck face that the poem directly below this entry was written while I was high, by thinkinking of a sentence and writing it down as seemed most logical to my high mind. We unanified that anything thought by anyone could, in this fashion become poetry. Both of us being this a pysiologically advantageous state of mind to test this thoery, we set forth, and forthcoming is the transcript in poetic verse, as dictated by fuck face and transcribed by me into the verse which shalt meet thine eyes henseforthly:
Max what
are you
thinking!?
Its
I
Who should
be drinking you
slobbering
Drooling
Pustule?
I don't know you
take me
so
seriously
Stop that
seriously
I'm not comfortable
with that alright
here then this
is the
last one:
You don't have to type
everything
yaoi
period persona you can't
type and yet you
just keep
going
you
That is where the grandiose title has it's roots, ya dig. We are brilliant. This is a new literary device. The subtexts of conversations brought starkly to light by an expressive re-arangement of the sentence structure. YEAH.
Max what
are you
thinking!?
Its
I
Who should
be drinking you
slobbering
Drooling
Pustule?
I don't know you
take me
so
seriously
Stop that
seriously
I'm not comfortable
with that alright
here then this
is the
last one:
You don't have to type
everything
yaoi
period persona you can't
type and yet you
just keep
going
you
That is where the grandiose title has it's roots, ya dig. We are brilliant. This is a new literary device. The subtexts of conversations brought starkly to light by an expressive re-arangement of the sentence structure. YEAH.