so i was just reading through my old blog and i came across this word art stuff I kind of got into way back when. this stuff isn't supposed to make any sense. it's just supposed to be enjoyable to look at and listen to. don't try to make any sense with the connotations, there aren't supposed to be any. here are two from freshman year

the filing fresh octopus flies scales the moon in a single lept bound with a leg gone on vacation with ms gunglefur. WATCH OUT for the low down thoughts of the popular populous. they might get you. with their pompadors...

Logs of honey, dew, and honeydew roll down the hill with a force previously unheard of by our verouse ears. For the phrase would petrify our dietary think tank. The logs tinker along the lowlands to the lute of Lawrence XTaylorX. They crush sweetened logging nests with their unheard of inebriated force. But lowlands survive with ease in case of other confectioner surprises. In case of logging incident break glass for a break from other o no uh-oh watch out for shingles from SPAIN! N X X X every story ends in stone i really enjoy reading those. maybe i should get back into that