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sapherequeen said:
Orange. Gosh, I hate that word. ><
Whenever I write poetry, I usually think of such amazing stanzas! :)
But they almost always have to end with the word "orange".
Why a problem?
What motherfucking word ends with orange!?!?
This is one of the reasons as to why my poems are held up or just suck! All of my ideas ruined because of the word "orange".
Every single rainy afternoon (which are a lot of afternoons in Pennsylvania), I sit at my computer desk, getting a headache, grinding my teeth, pulling my braids out because I can't come up with a word that rhymes with fucking orange. Range? Lorange? Corange? Courage? Marange?
They're not words, of course! And they have nothing to do with happiness, misery, woe, darkness, jubilance, emotions, seasons, or anything that actually gives a peom depth.
Every afternoon I pace around my house, screaming, throwing pictures and family portraits off the walls, banging doors, kicking holes in the walls, and all kinds of crazy shit that causes my mother to practically turn into Pennywise the Clown on me when she gets home. Because I can't write, goddammit! Because I can't. Think. Of. A. Damn. Word. That. Rhymes. WITH. ORANGE!!!
You know, if rumors about Edgar fucking Allan Poe losing his sanity end up true, I'll know how he got that way. He was driven towards the edge because he can't think of a word that rhymes with kahel in his happy poems. He was probably screaming out of frustration and tossing his glasses of alcohol at the waitresses, he must have been so distraught.
It must be why he never got to fucking ilathala those happy poems!
The poor, miserable man DX
I know I sure as hell am losing my fucking mind! >:(
I am enraged at you orange, as a writer, as a poet, and as an intelligent human being who has all words work beautifully for her except for your complex, stupid, incompatible ass!
FUCK you, Orange! FUCK. YOU.
And go back to being just the color hair Chucky the killer doll has and leave us poets in peace. Hmph. xP
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