Middle figers and broken dewams,
Typopotamuses eating you alove,
A wat?
A middle figer, you know,
The one who stands in the middle making figs,
What the f**k did you think!?
You idiot!!!
And what’s a typopotamus when it’s at home?
It’s never at hime,
That’s the pint!
The pint of what? Like⦠Guiness?
The pint of the whole story as well as the pint of swamp-water!!
Well that’s a pint-and-a-half,
You are really messing with my mind!
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I write poems which are mental health-themed, creative or humourous :).
Within mental health I write a lot about: ADHD, OCD, anxiety, autism, emotional traumaβ usually with an optimistic slant.
My goals for my blog are to give myself a therapeutic, creative outlet whilst also being able to connect with and relate to other people.
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πππ but of surreality!
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surreal? hyperrealism! ππ
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Haha! True π
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Haha, fun! Thanks for thus bit if wordplay!
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Hahaha! Thanks, you’re welc0me1
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It did,.i read it aloud twice and in a strange accent…π€£π³π
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Hahaha! You’re right it does make you speak in a weird voice in your head π€£.
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