The extreme depths of my observation.

As I drink pepsi and munch on me lays, I think of something funny to write. I fail.
However, I continue sipping from the bottle of pepsi in front of me. I soon realize that the curve of the bottle perfectly fit my palm...oh how frictionless is the plastic...how smooth like a baby. The only sound reaching my brain now is that of munching and the clicking that takes place on the keyboard. I now smell chicken soup. I wonder when it will be ready to stimulate my sense of taste but I soon find myself sipping from the bottle again. Oh how beautiful the moment is. So beautiful, I want to capture it. I type my mind blowing experience on my blog to let the world how creative and artistically gay I am. Oh how they repress my talent to type bullshit.

That's poetry for you.