Finding Myself OMG: A Bullshit Quest

Well, where do I start? I'm struggling, I suppose, to find out who I am outside of who my parents want me to be, who my friends want me to be, or who my own perfectionist tendencies (totally personified) want me to be. I don't know if this blog will really document my progress in, ahem, coming of age, or if it will just basically be a place for me to vent and blab about nothing. We shall see.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Possum Warfare (spam poetry, vol. 2)

More spam poetry!!! Mostly gigantic. ;)


Lavishly gigantic
professional gigantic
profitable gigantic
sword fern
your future, salt-incrusted
unlimited gigantic
comma
complete gigantic
dumping car
successful gigantic
enormous gigantic
I'm young, online and nude
assuredly
your family, spot-leaved
stud block
your future, Barbados maidenhair
attract any woman now
dreams funded: by the government
your wealth, protein milk
looker-on
your life, Irish-speaking
drool
emergent
arthritic feminism
your wealth, spotting motion
do you wanna jump in bed?
deviant grand piano
stepdaughter
hey! tell your friends to hit me up
bumper sticker
disband
informer
Hispaniola F. Orphanage
uncharacteristically
I tried Queue, pale suspician
hinterland
possum warfare




1 Comments:

  • At 4:31 PM, Blogger Lou Pickney said…

    I like the spam poetry... You know what's funny is that if you tried to pass it off as "new age expression" or something like that, you might be able to get some people to believe that it's a nouveau form of poetry on the cutting edge of social breakthrough.

     

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