The first time I saw Adventure Time, the script felt like it was ripped from my secret, squelching brain. It takes effort for me to speak like a normal human, especially when I go through a manic period…Rhymes, bizarre strings of words and that just feel so beautiful to say, ooze right out. The only person I’ve graced with this is my boyfriend, who I can converse with while never uttering a single word from the English language and we understand each other perfectly. It makes both of us laugh. He urged me to start writing my words down in kind of a “free flow” style, unedited. Here we go:
Felt logs times velvet disturb six pelt vests,
voluminous swelters and dry pigmy nests.
Bonobo chafes and lung limbs be bound,
war tendrils and dentils flesh and reel underground.
Please this Grendel with a fried piece of tick,
a fortune fine fable,
and red panty splits.
He’ll dip your queen seed with bulbous shred brow,
with dollops of poises and gunky brim shroud.
Trust this prime traction, whose yacks up in mitts.
No lubbers in July, no relish remits.
Feel pony, fresh daisy, on young tune rely.
Your hum may nave daily since darts seldom rye.
I’ll carry your quadric behind its goose four,
be kind to my violet or I’ll frustum your sore.