an ode to magnetic verbiage
I can't say for how long, but negotiations have been going well with the office, and I am hopeful that the hostage situation will soon be fully resolved.
In light of my joyous return to the blogosphere, I have decided to share something that has never been seen or heard outside of my humble little apartment...
That's right. I, like many others, am almost completely, and irreversibly addicted to magnetic poetry... but there's a twist to this addiction... UNlike many others, MY magnetic poetry does not reside on the refrigerator... oh no!
Given the location of the fridge in the kitchen, this would almost certainly turn into a massive logistical nightmare and a giant pain in the ass. Thus, my roommate and I had the BRILLIANT idea to stick the verbose magnets on our washing machine...
... which just happens to be positioned directly across from the toilet.
Genius I say! GENIUS!!!
So here, for your viewing pleasure, are the little ditties that currently reside in my bathroom. They have been composed by various parties, including, but not limited to, myself, my roommate, and her boyfriend... Enjoy!
I use my tongue like a knife
luscious purple hair swims after the girl
Spring is a garden of chocolate eggs and a life of love
worship the black dress
he is crying beneath me
storms never recall the flood
take power through sordid produce
delicate beauty would rust near your bitterness
men bloody sweat and moan needlessly like the wind licking at your feet
shadowy visions were like sweet rain
I eat a peach as lustfully as smearing honey on bare skin on a wet spring day