Because who doesn’t end up writing their initials in snails after a while, am I right!?
[It’s R.N.S.I., for those of you who were going to point out what a bad artist I am]
As for the poem I threw together while trying to think of something to write while I was at work and should have been working (complete with pretentious font-changes accentuating the words… and just overall pretentiousness) …
In case the image is difficult to read:
The opposite page is still blank.
Loop your florid lines of ink all you like;
It’s been blank the whole time.
You scour your Tabula Rasa,
And struggle to make it rhyme.
*slow claps self* …damn, I hate poetry! One of these days I’m going to write a poem about it…