There’s this app on the internet that makes mash-ups of your old tweets. I found this very useful for making obscure and vaguely retarded poetry…observe:
Even with business suits in the snow,
We are all whittling our clothes to ice.
Yay, white powder!
It makes me hyper off my heart and happy ivory.
Actually, scratch that.
Happiness is confronting and stuff.
photoluminescence reblogged this from iamthealisaurusrex and added:
you sound like a crack addict. xD
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