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@poet-offical
A poem I'll write
For every knave and knight
A poem I'll give
To a spoon or a sive
A poem I'll bestow
To kings high and fools below
A poem you'll get
If you be friend or nay met.
Ooc-
Ask for a poem and you'll get one 100% A.I free because ew.
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
Heroin. Oh, heh, that has three syllables. Hey, three has three syllables! No it doesn’t. Man, capitalism fucked up the syllables. Aw wait, you can’t have heroin. You’re airoin! Haha no you’re not. You’re air. Air that can’t do heroin. Hair. (She falls on her face and gets back up) Whoa. Almost died
Yes?
*the poet is fucking confused*
(She’s high out of her mind. She’s also speaking English because if she was speaking opossum it would be in tongues)
Yes. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss. Heehee weird. I hope you’re a good person because if you’re not that means I like a bad person and that’s bad not good which is bad and good is not bad so bad would be bad and good is good that’s good good good good good bad bad gobaga urk what?
(If anyone could understand nonsense it would be a poet)
Good and bad aren't real
All there is is hate and zeal
Aw, I love you too (she starts shaking and has to lie down)
You love me?
(She vomits) mhm
What is there in me to see?
Uh, green and (she shakes and her nose starts bleeding) you, huff, you're smart with the fancy words and
Thank you friend to whom I love
For ever more I hold out the olive share the dove
(I'm still trying to understand how it went from "stupid animal" to "ok but you're not salamander" to "I'm not a robot you stupid animal" to "ykw I guess I am a simp" to this like wtf happened all the opossum did was heroin and not thinking before she spoke)
eea (it passes out)
(You want continuity? From a poet?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?+?!?!)
Oh my
Well buh buy
(ARE POETS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE CONTINUITY WHAT? I feel bad for the opossum now she's never gonna get a straight answer out of poet. Not the good kind of unstraight answer, the bad kind where it's coherent but not reliable. On second thought the whole interaction seems to be somewhat based on your perception of poet so if the opossum talks enough she might just never notice)
(The bad news is that she's dying in the woods. The good news is that she looks very unappetizing. At this point leural is dead so you know what time it is. No you don't. It's time for her to have a crisis near Jeremy)
(Or little lerual)
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
Heroin. Oh, heh, that has three syllables. Hey, three has three syllables! No it doesn’t. Man, capitalism fucked up the syllables. Aw wait, you can’t have heroin. You’re airoin! Haha no you’re not. You’re air. Air that can’t do heroin. Hair. (She falls on her face and gets back up) Whoa. Almost died
Yes?
*the poet is fucking confused*
(She’s high out of her mind. She’s also speaking English because if she was speaking opossum it would be in tongues)
Yes. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss. Heehee weird. I hope you’re a good person because if you’re not that means I like a bad person and that’s bad not good which is bad and good is not bad so bad would be bad and good is good that’s good good good good good bad bad gobaga urk what?
(If anyone could understand nonsense it would be a poet)
Good and bad aren't real
All there is is hate and zeal
Aw, I love you too (she starts shaking and has to lie down)
You love me?
(She vomits) mhm
What is there in me to see?
Uh, green and (she shakes and her nose starts bleeding) you, huff, you're smart with the fancy words and
Thank you friend to whom I love
For ever more I hold out the olive share the dove
(I'm still trying to understand how it went from "stupid animal" to "ok but you're not salamander" to "I'm not a robot you stupid animal" to "ykw I guess I am a simp" to this like wtf happened all the opossum did was heroin and not thinking before she spoke)
eea (it passes out)
(You want continuity? From a poet?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?+?!?!)
Oh my
Well buh buy
jeremiah does care about you, dumbass, it isnt his fault he died, he also still cares about you to some degree, hes a teenager, hes going to do stupid impulsive stuff and since it wasnt fun he probably wont do something similar again, you locking him up or trying to kill him is whatll actually make him hate you, youre going to destroy a relationship because someone who notoriously has bad relationships told you to
Mod -
He doesn't have any anger towards current Jeremiah, just the Jeremiah that died. Also, HE IS MENTALLY ILL AND LOGIC ISN'T WORKING FOR HIM. This is the 3rd time I've had to say it bro ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
I have perfect relationships wdym?/sar
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
Heroin. Oh, heh, that has three syllables. Hey, three has three syllables! No it doesn’t. Man, capitalism fucked up the syllables. Aw wait, you can’t have heroin. You’re airoin! Haha no you’re not. You’re air. Air that can’t do heroin. Hair. (She falls on her face and gets back up) Whoa. Almost died
Yes?
*the poet is fucking confused*
(She’s high out of her mind. She’s also speaking English because if she was speaking opossum it would be in tongues)
Yes. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss. Heehee weird. I hope you’re a good person because if you’re not that means I like a bad person and that’s bad not good which is bad and good is not bad so bad would be bad and good is good that’s good good good good good bad bad gobaga urk what?
(If anyone could understand nonsense it would be a poet)
Good and bad aren't real
All there is is hate and zeal
Aw, I love you too (she starts shaking and has to lie down)
You love me?
(She vomits) mhm
What is there in me to see?
Uh, green and (she shakes and her nose starts bleeding) you, huff, you're smart with the fancy words and
Thank you friend to whom I love
For ever more I hold out the olive share the dove
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
Heroin. Oh, heh, that has three syllables. Hey, three has three syllables! No it doesn’t. Man, capitalism fucked up the syllables. Aw wait, you can’t have heroin. You’re airoin! Haha no you’re not. You’re air. Air that can’t do heroin. Hair. (She falls on her face and gets back up) Whoa. Almost died
Yes?
*the poet is fucking confused*
(She’s high out of her mind. She’s also speaking English because if she was speaking opossum it would be in tongues)
Yes. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss. Heehee weird. I hope you’re a good person because if you’re not that means I like a bad person and that’s bad not good which is bad and good is not bad so bad would be bad and good is good that’s good good good good good bad bad gobaga urk what?
(If anyone could understand nonsense it would be a poet)
Good and bad aren't real
All there is is hate and zeal
Aw, I love you too (she starts shaking and has to lie down)
You love me?
(She vomits) mhm
What is there in me to see?
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
Heroin. Oh, heh, that has three syllables. Hey, three has three syllables! No it doesn’t. Man, capitalism fucked up the syllables. Aw wait, you can’t have heroin. You’re airoin! Haha no you’re not. You’re air. Air that can’t do heroin. Hair. (She falls on her face and gets back up) Whoa. Almost died
Yes?
*the poet is fucking confused*
(She’s high out of her mind. She’s also speaking English because if she was speaking opossum it would be in tongues)
Yes. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss. Heehee weird. I hope you’re a good person because if you’re not that means I like a bad person and that’s bad not good which is bad and good is not bad so bad would be bad and good is good that’s good good good good good bad bad gobaga urk what?
(If anyone could understand nonsense it would be a poet)
Good and bad aren't real
All there is is hate and zeal
Aw, I love you too (she starts shaking and has to lie down)
You love me?
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
Heroin. Oh, heh, that has three syllables. Hey, three has three syllables! No it doesn’t. Man, capitalism fucked up the syllables. Aw wait, you can’t have heroin. You’re airoin! Haha no you’re not. You’re air. Air that can’t do heroin. Hair. (She falls on her face and gets back up) Whoa. Almost died
Yes?
*the poet is fucking confused*
(She’s high out of her mind. She’s also speaking English because if she was speaking opossum it would be in tongues)
Yes. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesss. Heehee weird. I hope you’re a good person because if you’re not that means I like a bad person and that’s bad not good which is bad and good is not bad so bad would be bad and good is good that’s good good good good good bad bad gobaga urk what?
(If anyone could understand nonsense it would be a poet)
Good and bad aren't real
All there is is hate and zeal
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
Heroin. Oh, heh, that has three syllables. Hey, three has three syllables! No it doesn’t. Man, capitalism fucked up the syllables. Aw wait, you can’t have heroin. You’re airoin! Haha no you’re not. You’re air. Air that can’t do heroin. Hair. (She falls on her face and gets back up) Whoa. Almost died
Yes?
*the poet is fucking confused*
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Why is poet so nice right now she’s standing in poets body)
(It does) Oooooooooo you’ve got to try this
Try what
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
So, uh, kinda embarrassing but I forgot every single person I know. Except two technically since we’re both apparently people. So your choices are you, but introspection is hard, and me, and uh… I don’t think I’m very poetic. You might want to get better at introspection. It’s also kinda freaking me out that I can’t remember any of my loved ones. Do you think more heroin would fix it?
(WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FISHING FOR?)
(Idk an arc set off by the possum would be funny)
Mayhap
Give it a try good chap
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
Well that was fast. I don’t know dude. I’m not qualified for this! Why does it need to be a person? I can’t remember any people. Oh my god I can’t remember any people IM DYING! Wait. It’s ok I remember myself and I’m a person. Dude, isn’t it crazy how people work? We’re all people like, deep down inside. The answer was me all along. What was the question again?
Do you know a person to be my muse
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
I’m sorry it’s giving anime body pillow I’m sorry magic lady man you can do better if you try
You may be right
Do you know a muse to my creative candle light?
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
You can’t touch anything and you only care about one person. Uh, may I say something insulting?
Goon
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
Do you care about anything or are you just fancy words? Would you consider yourself a person? Am I crazy for talking to you?
Too many questions
I am indeed a person
You are crazy
But not for talking to me
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
Whoa, I can feel your voice in my ribs. Well if you’re a person how come you’re so one note? I care about lots of things, like heroin and not dying and muffins and the color pink and my mom and my mom and my mom and
Good for you
(Ugh fine if you want the creature take the creature just take it)
What? Oh hey dude, got any heroin?
@opossum-on-heroin-offical
Yes i do
Some heroines true
Ones that fought till they were blue
Ones that fought till wars were through
Ones that started vicious cou
What kind of heroine can I give to you
I write poems on those
But they're all on the nose
He's the only one
I can right of for fun
…what do you see in him? Is it the toxicity? Are you a masochist?
He is my happiness
I am no masochist
Excuse me Mr ma’am. (She appears to be talking to herself now)
Shit this seems useless
They seem to be magic
So maybe it works different
Maybe they aren’t really a person
You know what I should do?
Heroin (she does)
Oooo
You know if you can touch them they’re probably a person
(She very slowly reaches out and boops poets nose)
*The hand goes straight through*
Heeheewoow…you really aren’t a person huh? You’re like, pretty light (she swirls her paw around in poets face)
I suppose
If you’re just pretty light are you like jewelry for the salamander? Just a thing he can carry around?
He doesn't keep me in his pocket
Although I would love to be kept in his locket
That’s sad. I wonder if you ever were a person. I can’t imagine being born a toy
I am words
Plain to absurd
I cannot touch
What matters mater matters not mucy
So you aren’t really a person with thoughts or feelings huh? You’re like a chatbot. You just say the lines they feed you. Wait, if you’re made of air can I (since poet is in opossum form, the opossum lines herself up with poet so it’s like she’s standing inside poets hologram body) wow, it’s like we’re one person! Two people! One and a half?
I am thepoet
The prophet
The song
I have seen all of time happen along
I wrote each prophecy
That will ever be spoke
If flesh is a slumber I have been woke
