February 2012
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visual pollution: What happens if you fall in love... →
pengwin:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or…
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Teacher: What unit of measurement—
Me: In daylights
Teacher: Thats not-
Me: In sunsets
Me: In midnights
Teacher: You cant—
Me: In cups of coffee
Teacher: That's impossi—
Me: In inches
Teacher: Yes! That's what I—
Me: In miles
Teacher: But you just—
Me: In laughter
Me: In strife
Teacher: *opens mouth*
Me: In five hundred-twenty five thousand-six hundred minutes
Teacher: Well in this case you don't measure in ti—
Me: How about looooooooooooooooove
Teacher: I give up
Me: measure in looooooooooove
Teacher: OUT!
Me: Seasons of loooooooooooooooove (attempt to harmonize with myself)
January 2012