give me a glimpse into your twisted mind
let's get honest with eachother. write a micropoem (a very short poem) about one or more of your raw thoughts. don't be scared; i'm all twisted up too. oh! and HEY! twisted doesn't have to mean ugly, u know?
Every person in north America is the right way up, but on the other continents either they have glue on there shoes, or every single person has been bitten by a radioactive spider...