Lisa and Kris
Okay, so it makes no sense!

What if I tell you that I had found a java appelet thing on the internet (url unknown now) that required you to put in a couple of nouns and adjectives, which Lis and I supplied, and then hit enter?

Does it not making sense make sense now?

-the batgirl
Okay, in ninth grad Lisa and I wrote this poem about Josh, also known as PG, and Nick, Nick who, I do not know. Maybe Michi could offer insight, maybe not, but....

here's our crazy poem...

It's called...

                 
The Dorks.
The dorks was hunted, but he wasn't found,
For the health of his eyelash hung in the balance
Everlasting opium dens pretending through the sky,
The sexy eyes of the killer whale rolled back at the sight of Josh and Nick
"Holy flying iris, Batman!" he said keenly
His ghost calms the blood red solitary umbrella
As Mother Earth's heart melted at the sight of Josh and Nick.
Listless never, helpless never, but most certainly realizing
And end is an end is an end, but this is simply the beginning.
(c) 1997 Lisa C. and Krissi M.
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