11.) Audio

[meinxxherz]

[Oh my, another post with music in the background.]

Who will believe my verses in time to come

If it were filled with your most high deserts?

Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb

Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes

And in fresh numbers number all your graces,

The age to come would say, "

Comments

[thenotmagician]

Readin' love poems to your girl, now, eh?

[meinxxherz]

Uh--

y-yeah, pretty much.

[thenotmagician]

Well good for you, kiddo. Shakespeare was quite the ladies man, eh?

[meinxxherz]

I-I wish I had his way with--with words.

My own poetry suh-sucks.

[thenotmagician]

I'm sure it can't be as bad as mine, kiddo.

[meinxxherz]

Well...no, b-but it's still pretty bad.

[thenotmagician]

Hah, I can believe that.

So how've y'been, kid?

[meinxxherz]

Uhm...

...

S-Shitty?

B-But I've been listening to--to the Beatles and--and reading poetry and...trying to stop being shuh-shitty.

[thenotmagician]

Well that's just not good. We should do somethin' about that, eh?

[meinxxherz]

Well, I-I'm working on it...

[fff don't worry about it.]

[thenotmagician]

Y'ever tried to get ice cream to stick to the ceiling, Herz?

[Hi, this is a subject change]

[meinxxherz]

...

Nnnnoooooo.

[thenotmagician]

Well it's hard as hell. And you just end up with stains on the ceiling.

And ants.

[meinxxherz]

Ant--ant's on the ceiling.

I, uh--I-I had ants in, uh--i-in my smoke detector once.

[thenotmagician]

Shit, how'd that happen?

[eeeew ants]

[meinxxherz]

I-I dunno.

But, uhm, we unscrewed it cuz--cuz it wasn't working.

And it rained ants.

It was--i-it was gross.