Blankness glaring at the words

[nuttynutskin]

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Lobster

Fish hat cadaver

You're only the asparagus liking flesh

Of your soul

Death becomes

56

Stay awake

Void

00000

Until you relinquish your past

If ever

378

years or days

Until you can come back forever

 

[Pagey]

Interesting.
Can I ask how you came to write this? It'd be cool to know where it came from.

 

[nuttynutskin]

I was drunk. lol

 

[Pagey]

Hahaha, fair enough.
If that's what comes out when you're drunk though, impressive.

 

[nuttynutskin]

I'm sorry you feel that way. lol

Honestly this was kind of intended to be a joke. I could come up with stuff like that all day.

Vehemently he watched

Waited

39

Was it

And all that it was

25 lightly

35 freely

Asparagus dancing razzle pants

lulz

 

[Shadowsblaze]

E E Cummings had to start somewhere.

 

[Pagey]

I'm sorry you feel that way. lol

Honestly this was kind of intended to be a joke. I could come up with stuff like that all day.

Eh. Obviously I'm not gonna say I'm impressed by that one. I thought the first was good, I don't really care how it was intended

 

[Shadowsblaze]

Funny, Nutti, I thought it was a joke too until Pagey repeated that she liked the first one. Rereading I noticed how the words could be connected on a poetic level. I read something into it on the subject of life and death. Strange the things we write when intoxicated and review them later. Our, your, subconscious at work. I mentioned E E Cummings because of the complexity and unusual form of writing for a poet of his day. I won't say keep up the good work because, never mind, do keep up the good work, only.

 

[nuttynutskin]

I'm bipolar, it's easy for me to come up with weird fucked up shit that makes no sense.

 

[nuttynutskin]