I was writing a script for a project I'm working on. My mind started wandering, but my fingers didn't notice. This is the poorly written result:

I sure do love this animation malarkey.

I also love excuses for using the word 'malarkey'.

Actually, I just love the word 'malarkey'.

In a perfect world, there would be no need for excuses to say 'malarkey', a person
could just run around naked, shouting the word 'malarkey' at the top of his or her lungs without getting arrested for indecent exposure and drunk and disorderly conduct.

I tried shouting it while sober and dressed, but it just wasn't the same.

Besides, I still got beaten up, just not by the police.

I went to a place where there were no people about, and started doing it my old way.

It was great, until I got mauled by wolves.

I didn't even know we got wolves around here.

So I went further North, until I was out of range of the wolves powerful SONAR detection.

I could hear it getting quieter as I walked.
(Note: The PING!a here are meant to get smaller and then disappear, but I couldn't be arsed sorting that out on here)

PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!
PING!

So I sat down, and I pulled the numerous beers from my numerous beer carrying apparatus.

I wondered if was better to get drunk or naked first.

I decided to do both at the same time.

I started shouting 'malarkey'.

I have to admit that I was worried that after all that it would not be as rewarding, but it was as sweet and musical as it had always been, perhaps even more so.

It was great, until I was bealed by polves.

With the TD gone, I forgot how much I missed your humor. Poorly written or otherwise. Bravo, sir, bravo.

Art and lit ok, not rambling.


Yes, you could call that some kind of free form poetry... But we're just not that esoteric here I'm afraid.