Thursday, May 25, 2006

Lost in Translation


I must stop.

I must stop.

I must stop.

Incognito Boy and I should stop blog surfing.

It's either we stop surfing not so anonymous blogs during the morning (it's becoming a creepy ritual) or I'll snap and start posting excerpts from the most grammatically incorrect, misleading, self-serving blogs ever created in blog history.

If only I could smuggle in some pictures to go along with the bad poetry.

I know that some self-righteous pricks would probably say that it's not any of my business. If I don't like what I'm seeing, I should just, well, stop snooping.

Right.Like I'd really care about your rights.

Like this one person, he thinks he writes really good poetry. He writes:

In the dawn of a good memory
The lightning of your touch
Is pensive
Unreachable.
Stop me.

I'd really like to do you the favor, SeƱor. I really would.
Or this exceptionally harmful citizen, who looks like a veritable farmhand but is deluded into thinking that he's the greatest thing since buttered toast.

I believe that I can try to be all sorts of things. Like a bird. A cavernous mule.

Light bulb!
Or the deluded girl cum pig cum Star Trek character:
Your hair
Your voice
Bleats to me
Songs of love.
Snapping begins now.

I have got to stop.

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