A circus the incurable breakfast?

here's an email i got this morning that i shall share with you. was this composed with the help of language is a virus? perhaps. did this come from the senders mind? perhaps...there was no explanation.

I tapped of staggeringly a scores the boxes is absentmindedly
She shins was elusive of injustice it interpreters heatedly
Me peer eyelashes is fanatic? of wasting a definition
A circus the incurable breakfast? it flux she windowblind
You thoughts of namesake the crookedness and wore or chafe
Not lyric you comprehensible and liked me dozens existence'
No fellow is hornrimmed this down of tomorrow? the grand
If greaves we vary of intermission a cease is coats
An donkeys me paws you penetrates she clarity sooner
Have interventionists shut of whitechested it centurions was hoot
Was gardens not listener thickened a flooded or depriving
And sinister thats is obituaries of hobbling an soup?

i highly encourage others to make some crazy poems and send them to me or post them in the comments! won't that be fun!

in other news...

see that drunk divorced hasselhoff do "hooked on a feeling!" YEAH!

awwww, leave drew alone! at least her boobs are real and she's not anorexic and insane like practically eveybody else at those golden globes. i love drew! i would love to have breasteses as voluptuous as hers, and so would my boyfriend, i'm sure. bah. and that armpit thing...that is SO not hairy. that's, like, next day stubble, not full-on french girl armpit hair.

axl rose breaks his silence. as if anyone cares what he has to say at this point.

a look back at tiger beat. awww, i loved tiger beat.

back to the future II playing cards. (via thighs wide shut)

and now...let's all take a moment to think a kind thought for gertie, who is getting her little female organs taken out today. my poor little foofy!!! :(