ophelia’s poetry is not real poetry. it was written by programmers, and everyone knows programmers are soulless math geeks.

think about a time when you were really sad. like for instance when you called someone a fabulous person and they agreed with you. how did that make you feel? i bet you felt empty and hollow inside as the facade of your sham reality was stripped away for just an instant, exposing your soul for the mbum of seething maggots and worms that it is. start from that place and just write whatever comes out.