Pages torn from diaries and journals: Tonight I think I might love...
Haikus carved into the metal floor of the hole where your books are hidden during a quiz: "School's a chore learning 2B a bore 4eva while even ugly ducks soar"
Texts sent flickerfast explain why we're still fighting. ME: And then you said... YOU: I don't wanna read this ****. ME: OMFG this **** is what you said!
Emails from spambots clot inboxes with poems that are better than those from most flapping quills and tapping claws, because they have no reason:
"Earstwhile Hardly asked an clocks raging spleeded Pills pull grimy stovepots into a curdle stoop. Click Here. Click Here. Click Here."