I Prefer Not To.
why
do you not
hear these pleas
to reflect
my state of ruin?
how is it
such words project
inflections
paradoxical?
then,
to hear them
paraphrased
with such aberrant
intonation
altogether bastardizing
every crux
of their intention
what
pray tell
of my expression
disinherits
its avowal
moving you
to mock its merit
feigning ignorance
most foul
that there would
exist displeasure
sourcing
from outside oneself
is by no means
any measure
yours
had thus been
duly shelved
featuring:
ALSO STARRING:
MIRA MEUNIER as “DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR!!!”
There are times in which all of the entirety of language fails to suffice our desired conveyance. This is why we have memes. *please take note, this is only a meme, thus, all representations may be prone to parodic exaggeration meant to achieve a humorous effect. Except for that last frame… Why am I disclaiming? Because of my effusive affinity for magniloquent masochism which happens to have sadistic functioning as well. Okay, now i just feel super awkward… argh!
As much as find that I’m mildly afflicted by the abundance of alliterative day-of-the-week internet posting trends (such as ~sassy saturday~ or ~tonsilectomy tuesday~), I have nonetheless decided that I will add to this blog[?] a weekly tradition i shall dub ~Fotoshop Friday~. Or perhaps even, Photoshop Phriday […Fauxteaux Xiaoppe–… ok, i’ll stop. {but i’ll never stahp}…(((halp!))). Upon which I shall post a new Photoshop amalgamative abomination from the ardor of my artifice. Which may manifest in such ways such as to display the essence of my soul as seen below:
or perhaps when “shipping” went 8-bit:
and who could forget when ~Friend∞Zone~ dropped their debut album?
and the toilsome nights that ensued…
PSA’s for troubled youth:
the time i “borrowed” Scutty’s hawt bod…
and the proper tense for intimate grammatic expressions…
but I digress.
Max, or Not 
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