Poetry is dopeコミュの2 minute 8

so a while back I was a bit restless and had this idea: I would write out straight everything that popped in to my head for two minutes, and then rest for eight minutes, and then post it. I realize now that the eight minute thing is a little superfulous, but it lets you calm down. anyways, my real point to this message is that I'm turning this topic in to a bullentin board for two minute free-writes.

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[1] mixiユーザー 07月30日 03:33

created the topic and never started it so:

been thinking been moving like things stop when they freeze freeze up nah that wouldn't be right to write.

a plain verb. for a plain person. bring back the muppets like a new race, i mean its time we talked about equality and my furry brethren just ain't be getting it. throw your furry fucking fists up they taught me the alphabet and to count to ten, I wanna see sesame street out of the ghetto I wanna see big bird in the nba, scre getting passed over ever time the draft comes around, the count could be an acountant, get real help for the cookie monster, i don't need to see my people dependant.

my two minutes are up...

[3] mixiユーザー 12月13日 16:34

yo yo check it like theres more people in this group now than i have friends and i lay in bed last night thinking about that and all the fruit i like more than you i'll go down the road for a bit walk in the middle of the road for a bit just cause, i mean if i walked too far to either side but not to the extreme, well, i'd be hit by a car right and then i'd be dead and one other thing: when i go don't think i ever thought anything new the things i had were what i took.

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i don't know how i feel about the quality of this one, but i felt like posting something in this commune and when you only have two minutes theres always the chance it might suck or be brilliant or be nothing at all and thats how it goes. hello everyone.

[4] mixiユーザー 01月11日 00:02

yo, drop it like fire this is the smell of burnt tears and chicken wire i gots no face, the dogs ate it, i mean, the cat ate it, and ate it, i mean, just what kinda shop is this? we sell chees but i call it chedder when i make it, and if i make you i expect you to taste like the taste of gambling lives gambling time oh no don't drop the bomb bomb lady cause i can't stand this smell.

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