Wednesday, October 04, 2006

LXVII: Fluff

©Lani Kai
Trypto: write a haiku about it
Lani Kai: I hate writing poems
Trypto: haikus aren't even poems anymore
Trypto: nowadays, they're just any shitty thought you can phrase in 17 syllables
Trypto: anyways, I came up one
and suddenly, the
ground was covered with verdant
angel hair pasta


charlie said...

i ate something once
that reminded me of this
but it eludes thought.

Trypto said...

which sweet ambrosia
conjures such impressions of
gentle heather and moor?