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23 November 2009 @ 02:00 pm
~WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON'T HURT ME DON'T HURT ME NO MORE~  
I was cleaning out My Documents and totally found this.

ART

Sarah: I have an obsession with orange juice right now. I'm going through an orange period. Like Picasso's blue period. But not.
Justin: Like, you want to make art with the orange juice? Because that'd be pretty bitchin' art.
Sarah: Omg that would
Justin: You could make up stuff about how the splattered pulp represents the degredation of society.
Sarah: Adding this to my to-do list. I saw a Walmart cart left in this grassy area and crows had invaded the area and the cart. I felt it reflected life
Justin: You should have taken a picture of it, in high contrast black and white, and called it something like "Parents just don't understand." Or "string cheese"
Sarah: Damnit I missed my chance at art fame
Justin: Gaaaaaawd Sarah. You're supposed to be an arteest!
Sarah: I knooooooow! I failed! Why must I fail so haaaaard!
Justin: Well, channel that failure in to a new piece! About the anguish of being unable to succeed in life, despite your efforts! PAINT THAT BITCH IN ORANGE JUICE
Sarah: Now in my anger I must create a masterpiece and then throw myself out the window and then I'll be immortalized!
Justin: I just imagined you opening a window, and then just stepping through it, because it's on the first floor. And then collapsing in the grass on the other side in a huff. With your hand on your forehead, all dramatic like. And then you see the clouds, and realize that you'll never achieve such heights. Which just makes your anguish burn brighter (darker?) than before
Sarah: Oh my fucking god I'm in tears. You know me so well. I feel like I need to turn out all the lights in my room so I may wallow in my anguish
Justin: Oooo, wallow. Good word. You should look up synonyms for dark words like that, and write some poetry
Sarah: Already on it
Justin: They don't even have to rhyme. You're above that
Sarah: I'm a painter, photographer and now a poet. I'm awesome.
Justin: Your anguish runs too deep to worry about petty things like meter or rhyme
Sarah:
Wallowing, immersed, floundering in the dark
Lolling, swaying, tottering in the anguish
Tumbling, lying, sprawling on the floor
Darkness, darkness
Everywhere
Justin: Goddamnit. Thanks Sarah. Now I'm gonna have to clean up the tea I just spewed on my desk.
Sarah: MY AGONY IS NOT TEA-SPEWING IT'S HEART MELTING AND TEAR WEEPING
Justin: I'M SORRY
Sarah: NOW I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF OUT THE WINDOW. THEN THE WORLD WILL KNOW MY PAIN AND SUFFERING. And then the world will weep for me!
Justin: YES. Oh god. This better BETTER be on holycrapyay . I can't believe a comment about OJ devolved in to this. WE ARE AWESOME
Sarah: I just copied the whole thing and put it in a word document titled Sarah's Art
Justin: lmao


NOBODY UNDERSTANDS MY ~SUFFERING~