i’ll pick up the tab. let’s shift our
gears&remember dears that poem
-ing’s supposed to be fn. esc
with me, and let’s just see what %
of word-drunk it takes to = brilliance,
command respect, or return to a
higher plane. there’s no $$ in it,
of course, and fame’s hardly an
option. but if we’re very very lucky,
we won’t need the delete button.
let’s lose control, get on a roll
let loose for some word fun.
ready to submit?