poetry ahahahahah

[Subtract Eight!]

the smashing faultline of a lyrical mobius strip dynamite
inundates all the crevaces, every which one
do you shop at the right mall?
inexorably steering fast chris columbus off the map
let's whittle while worth is judged, nay
as i profess to my father, let's go with liquid thought
i see, meaning and rational sucks life, magic
i say, magical realism, dadaist contrivances will live
will grip and wheel whithin jumping complex thought
seething deeply unknowing context context context
is all that is meaning. all that is meaning levels everything
it all equals all zero.
now let us see, untowards the dark light black and white
let's smash rocks loudly be gray loudly learn that,
nothing exists
it's all language.

[hooplala]

I actually like it.

Does that make me a schmuck?

[Cainad (dec.)]

Vogon poetry?

[Subtract Eight!]

I actually like it.

Does that make me a schmuck?

Obviously not because I am I!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I actually like it.

Does that make me a schmuck?

Obviously not because I am I!

You mean j am j.

[Cainad (dec.)]

I actually like it.

Does that make me a schmuck?

Obviously not because I am I!

You mean j am j.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I win!