Nyataimori

woo hoo! i got my roommate to help me fix the computer and now i can check all your comments, even those days past, over and over. hmm, maybe this was not a good thing.

this one’s for you, erica.

here’s looking at you,.…erica.

thanks… i think.

You know, I hate that erica character. She messes up my life like dropping out of high school. I wish she would stop smelling so much like bad stuff. I’m sure glad she can’t see what people write about in the comments after a few days because then I couldn’t unveil my new anti-erica poem, from the upcoming collection “Disliking Erica.”

erica, erica,
she makes me hysterica,
worst girl in america,
why is her head so spherica?
like a bowling ball or a round popsica,
the kind that you get from
the ice cream man.
oh oh oh oh erica,
your words are not very lyrica,
makes me want to hide in a
school so rabbinica,
my hatred rises so vertica,
like a normal kind of popsica,
not the round kind.

I can only hope that “Disliking Erica” will be as stunning as “Reviling Dobney.” I’ll never forget the haunting lyricism of that collection’s most memorable selection: “My dog craps bigger than you, Erica”

wow. i don’t want to be part of, or involved with, this in any way when erica’s small crap hits the fan.

jason and jacob, you’d best watch your backs.

i hella hope she meant viscous.