| Monday, May 25, 2009
who wants a vein map? i can see them all!!!
and why do i hate caps so much? dunno. is this a rhetorical question? maybe. then why am i answering it? no idea. why do i have no idea? ah, shadup.
dancing on the path littered with fragrant notes,
with a few foul-smelling words thrown in here and there,
the fingers dance over the keyboard,
rhythm and tempo,
happily,
merrily,
the drug that technically isn't a drug,
but actually something else,
but if i explain any further,
people reading this would,
scratch their heads and say
what in the world is this weirdo writing?
then i would laugh,
because i am a weirdo,
and i myself can't understand what i write,
hah! gotcha!
as if i don't know what i write about.
the meaning lies deep beneath,
interwoven closely,
intricate details carefully woven,
into the rich tapestry,
yet the facade is thick enough,
but if you look closely,
with a magnifying glass,
under a microscope,
with two pairs of glasses,
you might find a clue.
or maybe not.
or maybe yes.
or no.
or yes.
one will never know eh?
then again,
this ranting could continue on and on,
and on and on and on and on,
but then i would recieve hate mail.
not that i even recieve fan mail.
but that is not the problem here.
then what is?
i have absolutely no idea.
but this is totally fun.
yay me!
okay.
i feel so bored.
and deprived of happiness.
then i just remember who laughed so hard she couldn't even stand,
all the way to bluetea and back,
and nearly had to sit down while waiting for the lift,
and am tempted to laugh myself at myself.
why am i writing all this?
i blame this on the purreety italics,
and high school never ends.
nice combination,
don't you think?
well then,
should i continue?
think i hear the tortured people yelling,
just shadup already,
you bumbling idiot,
imbecile of the highest level,
you poopywreck!
i just love the last insult.
okay then.
shall defy those people.
blab blab blabby blab.
la la lally la.
zwip mwip dwip swip jwip kwip
zwop mwop dwop swop jwop kwop
and then the language police swoop down,
ready with their tight handcuffs and straitjackets,
and i meet them at the door,
invite them in for a glass of ice-cold milo,
and quote phineas,
the name is fleeting,
and then to quote ferb,
but the internet is forever.
the purple piggy oinked 7:19 AM
