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shiny objects

Tuesday, April 19, 2005


I've finally given up on poetry class. Completely. Totally. With Abandon. Screw trying to concoct pearly verse for those swine! Instead I will ply them with flurries of bullshit that took five minutes to compose. Like this one:

Banan.

A phone ring.
ring ring ring
he calls me every day on the banan.
A phone.
I've got my hunches
They come in.
Bunches celluar
Mod you lying son of a banan.
A phone.
I will peel back your
Yellow skin in four parts:
one skin two skin three skin four.
Daylight screams
and I banan.
A phone.


Pure genius. I can't wait to see what they all think it means. Probably western domination of impoverished banana republics or some shit like that. In all truth, it was inspired by the following flash animation: BANANAPHONE!


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