I dreamt this poem and thought it would make a good animation. Sorry about the sound lol
So funny
HAHAHAH, =)
Erase una vez un ser hecho de moco,
tan verde y asqueroso que traia a todos locos.
Cierto dia este ser encontro un buen panhuelo,
y tras sonarse la nariz, todos los mocos salieron al vuelo.
Asi se quedo el pobre ser sin ser lo que era,
de modo que no fue mas ser por tener todos los mocos fuera.
FIN
Ok I dont speak Spanish so I used the babel fish translater on Altavista.com and this is what he apparently said:
Erase once a being done of snot, so green and revolting that traia to all crazy people. Certain day this being encontro good panhuelo, and after blowing one's nose the nose, all the snots left to the flight. Asi I remain the poor man to be without being what was, so that was not but to be to have all snots outside. AIM
Now that makes more sense :S
HA HA GOO....
That was good by it was to fast. He sneezed all the time and that
was good. Oh I'am not doing a poem......I mean it.......????...
Fine I will it's call smells.
Long ago, in the beginning, before the blood of the Night Walkers was polluted by recycling it through the generations, long ago when it was pure, the Night Walkers had a smell.
Rotten corpses animated by the blood of the living crawling through the dredges, too close to life to understand what they were, but they knew what repulsed them.
Many things repulsed them, young and weak as they were, smelling of rot.
Strong smells repulsed them. Because it was a counter, an opposing element.
It repulses them still. Not as strongly as when the Old Ones were young
(And it's only the Old Ones, with their old, dead blood coursing through
their bones who feel the old weaknesses) but it works regardless.
So that is why we need long lasting deodorant.
Pretty good. I liked it but it went to fast.
And i made some poems i think you might like.
Nothing Here
There’s nothing here today,
Go away, do not stay. There,
Is nothing here today,
It’s no good,
That you think you should.
If I could tell you,
I would.
Hamster
I wish I were a hamster,
So cuddly in there.
I wish I were a hamster,
With no trouble in the air.
I wish I were a hamster,
White and brown.
I wish I were a hamster,
I want to be one now.
I have a poem I'd like you to do for me please...
here it is
Atilla the bun wasn't that fun
He massacred food until there were none
Born from an oven, a burnt poppyseed
A terrible muffin in the battles he'd lead
His army of cakes and battalions of scones
Knocked away armies like cars and traffic cones
Atilla conquered all from France to Vancouver
A fancy resturant and the snack shop near the Louvre
He fought with great rage and amazing power
he defeated the pop tarts and the tortillas made of flour
Then one day a hand thrust down
It picked atilla off the ground
Atilla cried, "NO! this shall not be my fate"
but he was nearing the mouth at an increasing rate
The rest is not needed to be said
Atilla was eaten and was surely dead
pleeeeeeeeeeease
I shall consider it :) is a good poem
cool one
once again, a bit too short, but the drawings were pretty good and the poem was pretty interesting and original. i wonder why that kid didn't just blow his nose if he was sneezing all the time? oh well, either way, it was a good flash.