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wellamarke:

the first complaynts
are coming in:
jess thinks my rimes
are but a sin.
she canot see
the meme’s apeel.
the bredlik love
she does not feel.

why are you like this

the way i am
i will admitte
makes little sence:
i am a twitte.
but who is werce-
the crazy gal
or she who kepes her
as a pal?

why must you

i must becos
this simpel meme
is now my lyf,
my waking dreme.
if i should try
to speke in prose
the cow appears:

he liks my nose.

are you kidding me

i kid yu not.
i shall not tire.
to rime this way
is my desire.
the world may bern
or floode insted:
but i’ll be here
to lik some bred.

please stop

even your tags were in lik the bred format

i give up

this post has killed me

just yesterday
the words above
were sed by jess
who has no love 
for any childe
made up of rime.
she may yet change.
i’ll give her tyme. 

valadilenne:

rollerskaq:

reanimateobjects:

americanpipedream:

reanimateobjects:

reptonic-art:

reanimateobjects:

I picked up a worm, and it wrote something in my hand with a tiny pencil. Unfortunately it was too small to read. An autograph? A spell? An angry note?

@reanimateobjects

I’ve decided to line up with their writing and whatever they wrote appear to be…. phallic.

I don’t how to break the news with you, but, I think that worm drew a penis on your hand…. Congratulation?

Ooh! Thank you for this valuable contribution to the field of worm linguistics and/or art. It is still unclear to me if it’s meant as a rude message to me, if it’s just putting its tag there, or something else. Further research is needed!

I think the idea of it being a penis is anthropomorphism. I mean, the worm doesn’t have a penis itself, nor proper eyes with which to see one. No, I’m afraid this is something far more interesting: a self-portrait. You have been touched by an aesthetic annelid, and now your life will never be the same.

Now I will forever try to communicate with all the worms I find, but I worry that I’ll never meet this one again.

My name is Werm
I liv in ground
And thru the darck
I skwirm around

The peepl tell me
All the tym
I’m farr too yuck
With too much slym

But I think Werm
Is gud to be.
I find a styck

I draw a me

This precious and holy Chaucer Animal Poetry meme is just so perfect for tone-setting 2017.