Sometime In The Future

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Wooyoung: Jongho acts so tough but his cat’s name is Missy.

Jongho: Yes, short for Missle Launcher.

Yeosang: Seonghwa, I’m cold.

Seonghwa: Wait a second, I’ll get you a jacket.

Wooyoung: Hyung, I’m cold.

Hongjoong: Come over here, I’ll set you on fire

Minho: Truth or dare?

Chris: [exasperated] truth.

Minho: do you want to kiss me?

Chris: dare.

Minho, leaning in: I dare you to kiss me

Chris: never have I ever-

Minho: THATS NOT THE GAME

Hwasa: [Gets down on one knee]

Wheein: OMG! It’s finally happening!

Hwasa: [Falls over]

Wheein: The poison is kicking in!

Changbin, leaving the room: That’s it! I’m not getting into any more stupid arguments with you.

Minho: Mars is not a planet.

Changbin: How the hell is Mars not a planet?!

anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art

taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make

i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture

just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive

the water not even boiling😭

Ya wcw

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