OK, it’s reached a point where I’m retrospectively ashamed of having forced LOLcats on everyone I knew over the last year or so. Because people like me, who in all innocence did exactly the same thing, have unleashed a monster.
A monster that will devour everything in its path; everything we hold sacred. Even, for example, T. S. Eliot’s The Wastelands …
III. TEH SERMON, IT BURNZ (173)
if teh river running, why not moving?
river has trash no more.
nymphoz and friends left,
no can find.
shakey bones with big laughs r here!
rat creepin in teh banks, (186)
fisher kingz has no fishies!
rat eatin kingz relatives.
king sees mrs potter, standing in teh bubbles.
potter daughter hotter.
jub jub bird.
still in rong poemz
Laugh, cry, sigh – choice is yours. After the day I’ve had, I just managed a wry grin. [Via the indispensable MetaFilter]