Sunday, June 26, 2011

I'm romping your eyes.

A hoarse source of divorce between man and minx,
sly and devious is the truncheon of liver and sliver
waver the receiver of your seething knuckle
and only under the force of confusion, do you buckle.

superficial hair follicles,
sugar-free pear popsicles,
lemon drop, head flop.

I actually don't know what I'm writing at all, I have no intention of writing anything that has any semblance of clairvoyance, and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Sometimes when I type one word over and over and over and over and over again my fingers are like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.
By the way, I've seen it spelled whoa, and woah, but Google thinks whoa is the only one of the two that's spelled correctly.
And apparently popsicles isn't spelled correctly unless it's capitalized, possibly because of branding, but there are many brand x popsicles whereas that would mean a popsicle has obtained it's own definition right? I bet if I looked it up in the dictionary, which I won't because I don't want to, it'd be something along the lines of a fruit juice base with extra sugar and artificial flavourings, frozen on a stick.
Sticks and penises are often related in similar jokes.
And a lot of people draw stick figures, even the most talented artists.

Word romped.
Good mood, and whatnot.