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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I objestigate between arabesques and sleep, fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps. I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking, that welltering inflection that I call plockingism. It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut, and yet they slantathunt for the right to boff. Well, blanderluse I refuse, so let them scoff! I derogate their impultritude and arrogance. Drapple their smirking repudiation of my dance for they know nothing of the dark decoctions spating rapidly through my vendacious veins, nor of the mastacular alter assemblage of the miscelany grey and white matter in my brain. The mordant humor of this absurdity is that I am irrationally rational... psychotically speaking, perhaps, I am dripping with percipience sagaciously intelligent beyond the measure of those cretins who kvetch, pule, and postulate their hate. I am strabismic and nonsensical as a loon. Mayhap writing in this style is as tedious a method of torture as it would be to dispropart a heart! After reading this ranting of gelastic absurdity, it's become mereticiously opaque to me that my discourse is oxymoronic, OR I present my ischemic side as a dimwitted addlepate. I'm a conflagration of animation or maybe I'm just lazy. I'm not of the artificial intelligence variety, but there's more than just one kind of crazy. Vogonese is a language that few will applaud. I see it as a form of whimsical words, without a reward. If this is the third worst type of poetry in the world... keep the first two ridiculous rooskits in sails unfurled! Insanity is bred in flompous fields of clantigendice clover. Moreover, before I drop my plasmergent pen on the floor I find myself crossing the threshold of depravities' door. *Don't ask for an interpretation. I have no clue.
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