Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

I'm a genius

This has nothing to do with anything and it's not even from the same time period as the Hiroshima Club, since I just made her a few weeks ago but she came out really good and I felt like bragging.

Her name is Olive.

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