(Current Time: 1:46 Pm, 5th Blk)
(Current Sounds: Custom-Made Girl "NOT FOR SALE" - Sana)
Musings/Poetry:
ARGH
ARGH ARGH
I hate poetry. But its the next best thing before short story writing
OH WELL, LETS GIVE IT A TRY
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You dare to mock me, frayed wire?
You dare to snap your puny eletrical whatchamacallit's all over my face like you can just control my brain waves already with the lowered volume control cog infused seductively through your vines?
You could've just warned me that you were going to pop your popcorn sounding melodies into my cochlea (because you're sick twisted like that), you could've given me a heads-up when I heard one of my ears crackle and dismember itself with a jaw-dropping symphony of feedback and disorder.
But no. You had to break at the right song, didn't you? You cheap, dollar-store shelved bastard.
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next week, kiwi tries to talk to white-out and a faulty cabinet! XD
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3 comments:
haha, oh my god your amazing, that's so funny ^_^
your description of the wire is amazing. Opening and ending lines to the peice are the best :P
Much love to your insane-ness.
Can't wait for the faulty cabinet XD
Awesome, seriously, how do you come up with this stuff?
bye, thanks for being entertaining ^_^ you really made me laugh.
~Tsuki~
lol, thats funny. what song did it break on?
xD!
Thanks you guys!
Maybe I SHOULD do the cabinet...
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