Back from India trip!
Happy new year!
This is so outdated!
So otherwise, new sec 1's are a great laugh. (As in, when laughed AT)
Life goes on in circles.
Results come out Monday. (Oh damn...)
So in other news,
Funky Monks,
And Storms in soul!
This calls for Impro Rhyme Time.
I've given up putting up written works here.
Id rather write as the feel passes!
Impro Rhyme Time 1:
Improvisation phase,
We all in a pool craze.
The days drag by,
Passing by my side;
This verse is like song.
So it's untitled,
Maybe unrivalled.
World's in circles,
Short of miracles;
We'll, I can be wrong.
I've not done the work,
On plastic kwerks.
It's called acrylic,
Sure, and spastic;
That's the sound of Plastic Mouth!
He who replaces,
Mouth of metal!
Sounds Slightly Spas!tic,
Like whistling kettle!
Impro no more,
It's turning to bore;
For me at least...
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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