So here's my sonnet.
Lavender shadow-of-doubt shaded sky
Stone upon stone casted into the shape
Of some jade palace from a dream on high
One moon and one sun hid in the sky's cape
Signaled nor night nor day just time between.
The path I climbed for years tainted by sand
Sand and ice like mist that chilled my heartbeat
No person in sight, no guard of the land
No fauna, nor flora, nor ghost, I'd seen.
I may have traveled for hours and still
Stood mere inches away from the frail start
The moonsun still shone, the wind it was shrill.
And the palace, oh semblance of God's art
A promise, painted by ink of this quill.
P.S.
I just drew Michael Jackson on my art homework, unintentionally. EFF.
LMAO
he's a hindu goddess
*GIGGLES, LOL*
oops, he's dead, I shouldn't laugh, sorry
P.S. P.S.
I NEED ME SOME CADBURY CREME EGGS, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? NEED ME SUMMA THAT SUGAHHH CAFFEINE HYPE, NAW MEAN?
ok bye
wait wait wait
one more thing.
TARGET has a whole book aisle devoted to Twilight and its knock-offs.
JUST SAYIN'
They also have muscle car magazines,
ugh that reminds me, I hate driving with the top down in my car,
because......
I feel like a prick
And yup this is all me,
just bored out of my mind and writing every thing that runs through my mind
oh, and to the deaf lunch lady who says, "HUH?!" after everything and then tells me that a salad does no good if I have a gingerbread cookie with it:
EFF YA, I can have a gingerbread cookie with a salad if I want, honeybunch!
at least I can hear
OK BYE FOR REAL
Lavender shadow-of-doubt shaded sky
Stone upon stone casted into the shape
Of some jade palace from a dream on high
One moon and one sun hid in the sky's cape
Signaled nor night nor day just time between.
The path I climbed for years tainted by sand
Sand and ice like mist that chilled my heartbeat
No person in sight, no guard of the land
No fauna, nor flora, nor ghost, I'd seen.
I may have traveled for hours and still
Stood mere inches away from the frail start
The moonsun still shone, the wind it was shrill.
And the palace, oh semblance of God's art
A promise, painted by ink of this quill.
P.S.
I just drew Michael Jackson on my art homework, unintentionally. EFF.
LMAO
he's a hindu goddess
*GIGGLES, LOL*
oops, he's dead, I shouldn't laugh, sorry
P.S. P.S.
I NEED ME SOME CADBURY CREME EGGS, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? NEED ME SUMMA THAT SUGAHHH CAFFEINE HYPE, NAW MEAN?
ok bye
wait wait wait
one more thing.
TARGET has a whole book aisle devoted to Twilight and its knock-offs.
JUST SAYIN'
They also have muscle car magazines,
ugh that reminds me, I hate driving with the top down in my car,
because......
I feel like a prick
And yup this is all me,
just bored out of my mind and writing every thing that runs through my mind
oh, and to the deaf lunch lady who says, "HUH?!" after everything and then tells me that a salad does no good if I have a gingerbread cookie with it:
EFF YA, I can have a gingerbread cookie with a salad if I want, honeybunch!
at least I can hear
OK BYE FOR REAL
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