Hey everyone, i found this in my archives and had quite a laugh out of it hahahahaha. wrote this in 2007 i was really full of shit then :p feeling a little nostalgic but glad it's 2012 :p
xx
sj
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Gastric.
Oh how I love thee,
Let me count the ways. . .
-1654, -7649348744, -17652484734.
Thou reassureth me
Of the only certainty of life,
which is DEATH,
and how it is a given.
Thou giveth me hope,
For undying PAIN.
How can I stay unperturbed?
How can I stay flinty throughout the torments of thy atrocious brutality?
Unexasperated, untrepidised?
I have had more than my share,
Of gagging, vomitting, barfing, puking.
Why, oh why
Does thy provenance lie,
In all that happifies my weary taste receptors,
Of sour and spice,
Of sombois, margeritas and mohfahkors.
The pain thy make beknownst to me
So polished, like the motherload,
As compared to a phalanx of languid dancers,
They who fall and bruise their delicate buttocks.
Like spasms of perfection,
In a thorn of prickly poison.
Period pain.
My loathe for thee endures eternity,
Containing love for own fertility.
Cramps per day,
Like a 10^10 kPa pressure exhaust,
Taking away my grace-filled comfort,
Trashing my optimism for benevolence and intrepidity.
Thou standeth out in the frightful crowd.
Is this insipid mood not nearly enough?
This grouchiness, this grumpiness, barely matching up,
To thy demands of horrifyingness?
What is thy proviso?
Thy prerogative? Thy purpose?
Oh so difficult to fathom,
Leaving me supplicating for thy depart,
Till we meet again,
Next month.
Both of thee.
Why couldn't thoueth see,
I need to convalesce,
I need my hiatus,
From thy unruly wickedness.
So please disperse.
As soon as thoueth might.
And I will be counting the days.
xx
sj



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