Other Fiction

I Am Poem

Yesterday i was thoughtful, american idol potential thoughtful writer that thinks about which of them can make it, and hating the haters in the background during American Idol booing Nicki Minaj. It’s not her fault she has bad roots.

Today i was bitch who has the potential to read the most books than all of the fuckers, dance harder and longer til my bones get black, most thoughtful out everyone, thinking about how it’s possible gravity is possible. Could it be little devices under the ground control by the government that keeps up down? That if one day we go cray, they can release the gravity and we would all die floating with the floating knives coming towards us.

Tomorrow i’m going to be the bitch who will create a comic using just this pictures… Go figure.

 

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