gummo1997x

I got a--
I got a--
I got a poem.
You want to hear it?
Yeah.
Daddy, can I read a poem?
Okay.
"Midnight chaos...
Eternity chaos...
Morning chaos,
eternity chaos,
noon chaos, eternity chaos,
evening chaos,
eternity chaos, midnight chaos,
eternity chaos,
morning chaos, eternity chaos,
noon chaos--
evening chaos,
eternity chaos,
midnight chaos,
eternity chaos...
morning chaos,
eternity chaos,
noon chaos,
eternity chaos,
evening chaos,
eternity chaos...
midnight chaos,
eternity chaos,
noon chaos, eternity chaos,
evening chaos, eternity chaos..."
Julien, cut it out.

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"Morning chaos, eternity chaos..."
You're repeating "Chaos, chaos."
It doesn't even rhyme.
- It rhyme with chaos.
- Oh, come on.
Come on, stop that.
That's not a poem.
I'm not finished.
- "Midnight--"
- What kind of poem is that?
It doesn't even rhyme.
You repeat "Chaos, chaos."
It doesn't even rhyme.
- How about that?
- "Midnight..."
Shut up. Shut up.
I don't like it because
it's so artsy-fartsy.