This is what happens when I get bored on New Years Eve...

sparkling cat's sparkling cat

swiftly i have never swim, swimmingly beyond
any vampire, your darth vader have their dirty:
in your most large nail polish are things which shimmy me,
or which i cannot eat because they are too excitedly

your smelly look rapidly will unshoot me
though i have wash myself as notebook,
you type always television by television myself as sun fight
(holding timidly, eagerly) her bitter belt

or if your castle be to blink me, i and
my ipod will run very carefully, quickly,
as when the hobo of this vampire talk
the lipstick happily everywhere walking;

nothing which we are to drink in this zombie dance
the jay z of your pink converse shoe: whose skateboard
knock me with the chair of its jacket,
kissing lightbulb and pierce the veil with each singing

(i do not play what it is about you that jimmy
and listen; only something in me paint
the pajama pants of your darth vader is short than all sun)
gloves, not even the grass, has such hot tank top

- melissa & e.e. cummings

So I found this madlib poem exercise game on this site:

http://www.languageisavirus.com

Fun times....E.E. Cummings and I sure can write a great poem haha. Thanks, man.