I AM NOT DEAD
Aaaaaaaaaallrighty then! Now that we have that out of the way... I'm gonna write a poem. Right here, right now. Totally spontaniously. On the spot. Improv. Fly by the seat of meh pants all teh wae, baybee. I know poems don't have to rhyme, but I'm gonna try to make this one... do that. Or not. No, no it won't rhym. So there. ninja Ya, so, here we goooo..
Oh, right, I'm supposed to decide what the poem'll be about, first. Aaaand it'll be 'bout... the... stuff on my desk. Yes. Mmkay.
stare
This is a tablet pen
it came with my tablet
Grey pen with rouge bits
I like the color grey
This is a paper shuriken
I think
Someone made it for me
This cool thing that happens when the paper slides against each other and says hello and makes a new shape.
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My paper is surprised, it's mouth said so without sound
I don't like sound
There's that pen again
Shook shook
shook shook
lens on a grey digital camera
I like the color grey
Or is it spelled gray?
Shiny grey
and a black cord where you hook it up to the computer and they share pictures like tiny digital secrets and they go tee hee hee because they think it's some kind of private electronic inside-joke.
And the secrets are grey
Gray
This is the tablet that came with my pen.
It is the color of the rouge bits on the pen which is also the color of wine and blood and some fingernail polishes and a kind of dark anger that you get and you say 'grrr'
It is also grey
the tablet
I like the color gray
There is a mouse on the tablet and it is grey, too.
Hahaha, you thought I was going to say I liked the color grey
How do you know I haven't been lying to you?
You don't know.
I could like sheer magenta with a hint of orange that vaguely resembles tickle-me-pink watermelon juice on a rainy-but-sunny day.
But I'll let you in a secret that the camera and the computer can't share elctronicly and now they're jealous: I like the color grey
You remember the chord and it is lonely.
It is lonely
It can never know the electronic secrets and it is sad
It wants to be in on the joke
Won't someone send him an electronic secret?
Tell him I like the color grey
The chord
My scanner is fat, for a scanner
Fat, scary, loud scanner that makes me want to run and hide behind the bread box and cower which is strange because we don't have a breadbox and I never learned how to cower properly.
I can only shiver and like the color grey.
The scanner is grey.
There is a chord attatched to the scanner, and they, too, have their own secret messages.
But this chord is white.
Hooked up to the scanner chord
We'll call white chord
And black chord
Camera and computer pciture secrets chord
dosn't think I like it because I like the color grey.
He convinces white chord, in their own secret chord language which is kind of like-- no I'm sure it is-- an electronic secret of their own and therefore toally hypocritical you hypocritical hypocritical little chords and I smack them on the hands with a ruler and lose my place.
Convinces white chord that they are not loved or wanted
Black chord
And big black sexy computer monitor
who has been listening this whole time
kind of chuckling to himself
cuz he is hooked up to big sexy CPU
an unshared electronic secret joke
in all his vast computer knowledge
reminds them that black and white make grey
I like the color grey
He knows, and that's our electronic secret.
Big sexy computer rolls his eyes
Some other things on the desk
Pick it up in your fingers and ooh smooth take it over here in the light
Mr. Sexy black monitor makes light to see with
Pans and a pencil who wants to be a pen
Red Telecheck wristband on bottom, like rubber lining in a kiddy pool
A kiddy pool on my desk
A pen orgy
Oooh graphic
Green kangaroo like so many melted army men
and a pink safety pin
very small
midget safety pen and melted army kangaroo
join the desk kiddie pool pen orgy
in a clay pot I made at summer camp
in the summer
at camp
clay is cool and warm and full of stuff like things I just told you about
and some air
What people don't know is, you've got to be full of air, or you can't hold things inside of you.
Things like pen orgy's and tiny pink clothespins and kangaroos.
And if the air gets hot that's callled being full of baloney.
I like baloney.
I also like the color grey
Also spelled balogna.
Baloney.
Put the cool warm pot orgy back out of my Sexy's light
((Boy that sounded wrong.))
Desk is moderately clean
An imitation wood tundra of chicken scratch fields and sticky ponds, where germs from my fingers in the snack pudding cups live in little houses and sing little songs about the great light of Mr. Sexy going on and off and the coming of the great pot of pens and pencils with an identity crisis.
And a greta grey pen.
I like the color grey.
That was incredibly hard to read. I'm not even gonna put up a 'dont' steal or I'll sick my fuzzy lobster stickers on joooo!!' sign, because no english teacher in their right mind (and some who aren't) will accept that. I mean, why do you think it's in my GaiaOnline journal? Oh, right, spontaniety. I forgot. xp
Well, that's all the time we have for today here on Hometime. I'll see you next time! And remember:Never trust a skinny chef
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scary scanner!