i put this pjackk poem into elevenai and something went very wrong. i’ve never heard it freak out like this, it sounds like the narrator is being forced to read @pjackk posts while undergoing an icepick lobotomy, which is also what i think hell will be like.
Avedarbjacque. May three two thousantwentoo. “The Sweetness of Honeymilk” by PrototypeHAJACHHCKK IH HAH EH HCK AEH HH TENH Adi AEHAA T H e-krazy tu-AUK kueyz-you Smackme? whenUWhackme? When you Squirtme. When you spurt me. The memorys, Are priceless. My LUST-A, my lust. My Lust! feryou. i would neversell for bthous-uz-uei. E-Sein. Heyuh homba fumbayo. Thou tho-uh so-so sweet. Sosweet, so sweet. Areyourlips. And, your Balls. andyour Perky, Pink Nipples. Sweeter Then Honey Milk. With 50 pounds of Brown Sugar, and ThirtyDoughNuts and five hundred slices of Cakes, and three thousand candies, and a Chocolate. and a Sweet Cola. ‘n’ Teodouzenblawuzara Eace Cones, and Thirty Candy Cane, and Feefigaa-b'hausen Lollepops, annean Derb’s hauveden n'fowaer. d'la Eace Papes. 'naSlicea Cherrypohh. an’ Feef. oh thithussen Root Beer Flotes. and a Piece a’ Candy, and that Temby Bassen pokéstick. Seven Direrarzhunlem Paededder… FrapChinos! and Fae Fathezun Maezun Brownies and Facktheckadou, Desson Blondies. and a velvet Cake. and twentuh, key LIME pie. and Icchewod segwoh. Cookies. and three thousandoo Serd Shocklates. and sicksouzoo, soon, Gumballs. and two thousand Sugars. and fid-filvouden Honeys. and one hundred, Crystal Candies, and Eight Two, Sweet Treats, and Three Jellos. and Eewanzouthewew. o'Hingtoro. Tuuorouw. Idiom pudding, and six hundred mochis and a piece of candy. You are sweeter to me, then all these. But you don’t fuckin’ respond to me, on grindr any more. And that makes me mad. Mad, mad. Rarely am i glad. I thought you were my lad. Sad.