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fandomsecrets2013-03-02 03:53 pm
[ SECRET POST #2251 ]
⌈ Secret Post #2251 ⌋
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-02 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)It is entirely possible to both like something and acknowledge its flaws.
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 03:12 am (UTC)(link)The thing internet
Was taken for wrong.
You did a little dance
And beeped your horn.
The anger flared
And you had to act.
You opened your mouth
And went on the attack.
DISPROPORTIONATE UPSET-NESS. DISPROPORTIONATE UPSET-NESS.
The grouse was groosing,
And the flim was flam.
You took the skegs
And flayed all of the spam.
But the man who blinked
Got a tongue in an ear.
It said, "I hang you tonight
And put a mouse in your rear."
DISPROPORTIONATE UPSET-NESS. DISPROPORTIONATE UPSET-NESS.
You come to loathe,
But I tell you it's off.
We should loathe you!
We should ban your druff!
You took a small babe
And screamed at its face.
But now you shall find
That it's you who is maced.
DISPROPORTIONATE UPSET-NESS. DISPROPORTIONATE UPSET-NESS.
Flee in the sprocket,
Take words from the moon.
Give 'em my best
When you're making balloons.
You strike not again
In the mains and the mirths
And chase the pelmidgets
With your head in the dirt.