Subtlety
- Dr Jinxed: wayne
- Dr Jinxed: multiple requests.
- Dr Jinxed: 1: show me how to make custom sprays for tf2
- Dr Jinxed: 2: i'd request a copy of one of those photos where you're in a dress, peeing into a urinal
- Dr Jinxed: i assure you these two requests have no relation
- Dr Jinxed: >__>
- Dr Jinxed: <__<
Some things keep turning in place, but never really get anywhere. Sometimes that’s all they need to do.
Slam poetry? Really?
I’ve been reading my classmates’ papers for workshop and I can’t help but look in between the lines of some of their plot and dialogue choices.
For instance, in the story I’m reading right now, a girl invites this guy who’s ‘cute-though kinda nerdy-but in that hip way-but still pretty down to earth-yet definitely unique’ to a poetry reading. The guy’s like, “depends. What kind [of poetry].” She responds by saying it’s “slam poetry.”
Fucking really? Slam poetry? Why is it always fucking slam poetry?
I half read that as “slam poetry. The hardest core kind,” as if normal non competitive poetry is for pussies and faggots.
Listen to me, I said “non competitve poetry”. Who the fuck invented the concept of competitve poetry? How do you even measure that shit?
Maybe the poets do backflips while reading or juggle flaming chainsaws. I don’t know, but it seems like nobody likes just talking about poetry, as if it’s gotta have some stupid modification for it to be taken seriously by anyone who’s not old, creepy or square.
Coming to a Starbucks near you, Po3try-X 2.0 . Prior to any readings the poets will be set on fire and must recite their work while doing a muay thai exhibition.
Why is this “the most visited black website in the world”? I mean, if exclamation points were dollars, they’d certainly be rolling it big, but damn…
I’m honestly taking the stance that the website is a joke and is entirely satyrical. It’s just oozing with so much retardation from the editorials/articles/briefsnippetsofstupidbullshit that it just can’t be taken seriously, but I’m more bothered by the YouTube commenter level of idiocy that’s displayed in the comments of every post. Those look way too legitimately moronic.
Oh, my head hurts, I needa go out picture taking this break. =p
I made mine in my coffee pot (that my roommates have all but ruined) and did a half-en-half mixture of the Strawberry tea and conventional orange pekoe. I also added some Rum and sugar for sweetness.
Jordan’s method is a lot more attractive to look at though.
Jordan and I decided to boil up some Strawberry Tea. He did this dilution deally thing right here with a heavy mix of raspberry syrup and some whiskey. Yeah.
It’s good to get out of the house once in a while. Not too often though, the sun gives you cancer.
