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[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

Hello Tucker, and,
Very mean lady. I have not
Seen you, for a very long time.

Also, I think that,
I am speaking, very, weird
I do not know why,

But that is okay
Because, I can still talk,
I think, that, is good

Comments

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

I think you are too.
What the hell are you doing?
Also Haikus are gay.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

Uh, what are, haikus?
What is wrong, with me, again?
I do not this, very much.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

Okay... fuck this.

You're talking in some retarded Japanese poem format.

I don't either so stop it.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

Poem...format?
I do not know what, poems,
Are. Uh...What are they?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[ugh... explaining]

Ask someone on the blue team.

[twogirlsonetuck.livejournal.com]

... You been coloring with permanent markers again?

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

What is permanent,
Again? I do not, remember right, now.
Do not have markers.

[twogirlsonetuck.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhkay, we've been over this one before. If you smell a funny smell, open a fucking window before you suffocate us.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

I do not remember
Any funny smells. Did you
Smell a funny one?

[twogirlsonetuck.livejournal.com]

... Never mind. Must smell like fucking air freshener for you.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Caboose, have you been -- no, wait, you don't know how to read. [pause] Right?

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

I can read. Just. Fine.
...What is reading? For...uh
People who do not know?

[freelances.livejournal.com]

... That's what I thought.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

Ooh, what did you think?
I think that floating, is very fun.
Except, I like standing.

[freelances.livejournal.com]

Good for you, Caboose. I'm just ... going to stop talking to you before more of my brain cells die, okay?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Caboose, what the hell are you doing?

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

I am not very
Sure. I think Very Mean Lady
"Haikus" what are they?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

...I don't know what makes less sense. That you're speaking in Haiku's, or that you're doing it right. Well, mostly right.

[Silence]

Which is impossible.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

But nobody is
Telling me what they are yet
What are haikus?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Shakes head] More like fifty/fifty. Now it's making more sense. But only a little.

Haikus are a form of poetry composed in seventeen syllables, arranged in three lines. The first line has five syllables, the second has seven, and the third has five again.

Though I have no clue why I am even telling you this, because I know for a fact it is going to go right over your head.

[encryptedlock]

Hello, blue Private
Your poetry is quite nice
Have you had practice?

D, I think it's a loss. Seriously.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

Green book person!
Nobody is telling me what
Poetry-y is.

[encryptedlock]

My name is Delta
Poetry is speaking in
This sort of pattern.

D, you're scaring me.

I am only attempting to speak in a way he can understand, York. Do not be alarmed.

[notmyfaultwall.livejournal.com]

Okay. You make, more
Sense then Agent Washingtub.
Also, what is a pattern?

[encryptedlock]

[York starts laughing uncontrollably.] Washingtub? Seriously?

A pattern is when
There are specific numbers
Of different things.