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Tumbling Poem #1 "Ode to OTPs"

This one goes out to all of my sexy OPTs out there. I just want to take a minute to appreciate you, bbz. Without you, there wouldn't be a me and my disgusting desire to make a million fan fics of you. Inspiration, cultivation, Tumblr-senSATION; need I say more? *raises glass filled with red wine*

 " O why has there

Never been a pair

 O so supple O so fair

As those creatures standing there?

   Smiles to hide

But our eyes are wide

  Nary a way can this be denied

So why not just in the public confide?

  We see the way you look

 Read each other like a book

  <insert 1/2 favorite OTP here> shivered and <insert same 1/2 favorite OTP here> shook

Just from one glance at <insert other 1/2 OTP here> they took

  So an ode I give to you,

My OTPs, my lovers, my special two

Never stop doing what you do

For you make my life an interesting dose of internet stew."

P.S- Feel free to re-blog and fill in the blanks with as many OTPs as you can. I want to see them all and jizz... with you.. over them... ;)

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I am pretty much here to write.

I don't know what, I don't know when, but it will be something. Something fucking great.

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Okay Guize

I just cannot suppress this inhumane demon chewing on my insides hoping to be in control of my mind and body.

I've tried.. you know, being a normal kid; Going to Church; socializing with people just to hide the fact that on the inside my judge-machine was spinning its gears every second the person was in my existing presence; hiding behind a shadow of lies only to impress the others around me who I honestly wanted to slap upside the back of the head for being so shallow (I mean holy FUCK: you don't read, you don't write, you don't dance, you listen to Pitbull and Nicki Minaj and spread their names around like some sort of Holy wildfire. If all those things compose the substance that is your mind and soul, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE????

 What I'm getting at is; I am a psychopath that gets my message through to people via literature. For the longest time I have just held back this raging Hulk-like instinct to lash out and just completely be MYSELF so people would still like me. But at this point, there is no instinct-barrier between my mind and the wild beast. It is out, and IT'S FUCKING INSANE.