I heard someone, not myself, say "Starjello is precious above rubies." I'm not sure that's relevant, but it's on the table now.
Starjello is just galactic ectoplasm, which is basically stellar snot.
Write something, and I may reconsider.
Write something, and I may reconsider.
I suppose I'll have to try.
Think about something, just a thought, that is either really bad or really good.
Just a thought that made you feel.
Now, completely disregard that thought.
You're almost there.
Remember your first memory of your Father.
Remember your last memory of your Mother.
Now, focus on the ways in which you have disappointed them both, get really drunk, and write a poem about something else.
That's the only way you could ever master the Theodorekent School of Poetrists.
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