A poem.

[bluethunderkuno]

You may all now drop everything and read the poem I have composed for my dearest Sadako. Her beauty is like the melted square of butter on a cob of corn. It is like the bubbles that rise to the top of your soda when you open the bottle! HER BEAUTY IS LIKE THE LONE RED SOCK IN THE DRIER OF APHRODITE THAT TURNS YOUR LOAD OF WHITES INTO A GLORIOUS

Comments

[wtfspacepirates]

...The hell?

[bluethunderkuno]

I'm sorry. I have claimed her as my own.

[wtfspacepirates]

Oh, I'm heartbroken. What the hell kind of a format is that?

[bluethunderkuno]

It is the format of poetic GENIUS.

[wtfspacepirates]

It'd look just fine without showing off every HTML tag. Better, even.

[bluethunderkuno]

DO NOT INSULT MY ART!

[wtfspacepirates]

You're right. It's wrong to insult art, no matter how juvenile.

[bluethunderkuno]

How fortunate it is that we have come to a mutual and mature agreement.

[wtfspacepirates]

It is indeed.

[bluethunderkuno]

I must now ask you to leave my journal. Because I hate you.

[leadknucklehead]

[[ ooc: AHAHAHAHAHAHA ]]

[wtfspacepirates]

(ooc: :Db)