Sometimes I make things. Sometimes I feel like a creative person creating objects or art.
Sometimes I write.
SOMETIMES THE WRITING JUST FUCKING HAPPENS TO ME WHETHER I LIKE IT OR NOT!
If your fyp on tiktok is different from mine you might not know that Ian McConnell recently released a song called Bangladesh.
It's catchy as fuck but very short and so a lot of talented artists have been doing covers and adding more verses.
My brain immediately started cooking up it's own... whether I wanted it to or not.
I've got a full one in Icelandic;
Þú bara gefur mér aldrei neitt. Ekk'einusinni silfurhring á stórutá. Ég fæ ei æfingarakstur. Engann fermingarbakstur. Og þú meinar mér um jólatré að míga á.
And another in English;
You never rate my shenanigangs. You never fill my tennis shoes with marmalade. Never paint my pagoda. Never fistfight with Yoda. You never fill up my whole swimming pool with ketamine.
It's still cooking in my head, making more, it won't stop. SEND HELP.
