08-22-2021, 03:13 PM
This site claims to be international, it always seems to be silent in the middle of most nights. My nights.
I am talking. You're children have no say in the matter, this late.
Huh?
There are two married women who have, since last year, offfffffferred their sexual services to me. Earlier, I sent them both a message, telling them I was ready to take them up on their offer, considering that they keep it a secret between me and them; I Forwarded to both of them, using a stranger's phone.
I remembered their numbers, you see.
Neither of them have replied.
Some people find it hard to follow the narrative structure of my poems. Some people say that I write lyric poems, and there is no narrative. They're right; but they miss the point.
All of my poems lie between the films of David Lynch and the books of Lemony Snicket.
There is a secret in this video that unveils a huge aspect of my poetry.
The internet went out.
But I've been studying. And I found out how to go back in time, and retrieve my lost message.
The internet went out again.
But, this time, I copied what I wrote before I said itÂ
"See above.
I was going to write this:
Why when the internet goes out, does it go to a screen that says: You're Not Connected (I don't know if it's uppercase like that, it just seems that it is), instead of staying on the screen you are on so you don't lose what you wrote?
Since what I wrote above is gone, I'm just going to post this video anyway without any context."
I am talking. You're children have no say in the matter, this late.
Huh?
There are two married women who have, since last year, offfffffferred their sexual services to me. Earlier, I sent them both a message, telling them I was ready to take them up on their offer, considering that they keep it a secret between me and them; I Forwarded to both of them, using a stranger's phone.
I remembered their numbers, you see.
Neither of them have replied.
Some people find it hard to follow the narrative structure of my poems. Some people say that I write lyric poems, and there is no narrative. They're right; but they miss the point.
All of my poems lie between the films of David Lynch and the books of Lemony Snicket.
There is a secret in this video that unveils a huge aspect of my poetry.
The internet went out.
But I've been studying. And I found out how to go back in time, and retrieve my lost message.
The internet went out again.
But, this time, I copied what I wrote before I said itÂ
"See above.
I was going to write this:
Why when the internet goes out, does it go to a screen that says: You're Not Connected (I don't know if it's uppercase like that, it just seems that it is), instead of staying on the screen you are on so you don't lose what you wrote?
Since what I wrote above is gone, I'm just going to post this video anyway without any context."