HaiCakes!

Sometimes I find a wreck or two that makes me feel all poetical and stuff.

These...[dramatic pause]... are those wrecks.

Barren winter tree

on a giant bare cookie.
Woo. Celebration.

Circle of sprinkles

instead of decorations
because it's break time.

A fish in the sky.

She turned me into a newt!
But...I got better.

Packing foam peanuts,
A big shiny pile of...wait.
Is that Tiana?

Blue, orange, yellow.
A cheerful makeover for
the eye of Sauron.

And now, let's hear a piece from the king of beat poetry himself:

(via wimp)

Spot on, Data. Spot. On.

Thanks to Ellen B., Rachel W., Jodee R., Meg G., & Lizzie B. who also have hedonistic predilections for demonstrations of affection, but we don't talk about that.

Note from john: Today's comment board kerfuffle shall be titled: Orange: One syllable or two?