I wrote this when I was sitting bored in class in high school to practice my calligraphy. The page that I'm typing it from has nice handwriting, but I'm just going to throw it away because it was practice anyway. Can't keep these things. To note: I was up for like a 24 hour period before I wrote this and my friend Adam C. told me it might be schizophrenia brought on by sleep disorder, as a joke. I wrote it a year before I started following Christ. ---
Rustic smelly gremlin chodes choke on spoiled milk but do not mold the bread of the sun grape. Hats are seldom worn on ***, but goose liver smolt pig rape and ham is poor for the body. Can I chase the blue behind the goat of the smoking rock? I do not like it.
It is essential that a child eat smack lick toads backs. They do know jack. Do not look back, or stick things in the *** worts when Poland comes back. Pick up the slack. Organisms level back the mammal who eats peoples soft faces. They do sex ***s. And they don't like it.
Ski bunnies are glistening with icing and wasted in bakers ovens. I am stressed over the stuff that the teackers ask me to do. Plants are plotting to usurp the Earth. Black, because it is good. Clerk of photo department. Mark them off. I'm in an emotional roller coaster. Nothing better. High as a lake in the pond of the milk in the saturn of the quest.
Cacti are full of water and are good to eat in the desert because they are full of nutrients. Extreme amounts of heat may kill you.
------------ Sad poem, isn't it? :-( I used some awful words in it back then, too. Sorry, guys. If you take each sentence, the one after it relates to the one before it in some way.
