Tweedle Dum• Show poetry

"You gotta let go when they get that old
You gotta let 'em go
'Cause if you hold on, they'll tear your stomach open
And rip your guts out with their teeth
You gotta just release.”
-Dino Damage-->By-->Miniature Tigers. ISN'T THAT HIL-AIR-RIOUS?!

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK. Mwahahahaha... Anyhay, I'd just like to say. I love so many people in this world. And i think its so super important to let them know it and treat them right always.
Cause some people are just BIG FAT JERKS. AND THE DUM DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT. AND NEITHER DOES THE DEE. (cough) HEY TWEEDLE DEE!!!! WIGGY WIGGY MAN! you rock. WITH A CHERRY ON TOP. and a wart.







THIS ISN'T A MATTER OF THE BLADDER!



DON'T PANIC. AND BUCKLE YOUR BLADDER AND YOUR THUMBS. For they are like a monkeys, opposable.

My name is Kali, well actually its Jo, but sometimes my friends call me Lucy or Lola. It really just depends on how I'm feeling that day actually. But YOU my friend can call me Tweedle Dum. Or just Dum. Or Kali (if you're feeling lucky...Punk.)

I have 'exfoliating' body wash. Which is also opposable kinda. Like thumbs. But thumbs aren't usually exfoliating. Which is spelled E-X-F-O-L-I-A-T-I-N-G.

Or. Xfoleehtang. (but they didn't spell it that way because thats how bat man's super kick punch rip your throat out with your tongue battle move is spelled.)
Bat man is a WONDERFUL friend of mine, and this is how i know this secret information...


And I am indeed Catwoman. I am. MEOOOOOOOWWW. see that??? I bet you blew a blood vessel in your eyeball you were so scared.
MWAHAHAHA.



OH if you ever get in the situation where you say something like..I DUNNO..."I love you." AND YOU REALIZE at that exact moment you should NOT have said that. Just correct yourself by saying "YOOHOO! Oh my! I LOVE yoohoo!" See? Problem solved. You can thank me later.



But enough about me. Wanna hear about my jeans??? They are my favorite bottoms. In fact, they are my best friend. We do everything together except shower cause I can't fit in the washing machine.

K so. I didn't ever throw any eggs at the tree. YET. But I've decided there are a lot more activites I want to partake in with a tree. Like sleeping, playing guitar, taking pictures together, eating, talking to it. Even hugging! Because sometimes I just gotta let it rip.

(MY HIPPIE SIDE RIP. Not to be confused with bodily functions.)

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SO. SEW. Sooow. Tow maaaay tOE.

I write poetry obviously...or I probably wouldn't be writing this ridiculous about me page thingymejesus. OH WOW. THEY SHOULD CREATE A BURGER IN THE SHAPE OF JESUS AT MCDONALDS AND CALL IT THE MCJESUS. (I'm not making fun of Jesus. I just think it'd be cool)

Read my poetry if you think you're special enough.
OOOhhh burrrn. I just burned you to microscopic chips!! Well...microscopic cyber chips, for this is a computer.

BLESS YOUR STINKY HOLE AND HAVE A WONDERFUL AFTERNOON.
It's actually 12:37 in the morning. THUS....
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY. You sexy thang.




---Tweedle Dum (go find my Dee, I swear she's hiding on this site somewhere)