Ian Hatcher

right fishface . sweet

Fuck vaginal his parsing maw Peas . Top or bottom.
clammy butt crack . Or frankly said, far out . words words mouse reds and rows compliments The unicorn is a leg

Monster Slaughterhouse intense Empheareal wins , Do not pass go
in the end whether or not " You're gross not yes
Sia " elves To A part of peace type body

I hope I get an A juice

Opening Sources is an internet poem written continuously by anonymous authors. You may click any word and alter it to whatever else you'd prefer. Your changes will appear instantly to anyone else with the site open and be visible to subsequent readers.

You are encouraged to try to "improve" the poem you found here. What this might mean is up to you.

The writing process began in April 2008. Edits are not monitored for content or logged. Once overwritten, previous versions of the poem disappear forever.

On occasions this poem is read live as a performance. In these events, the poem is projected on a screen and the audience is invited to edit the text while it is read aloud repeatedly. A loop of feedback forms as the audience takes uncertain control over its collective voice.

— Ian Hatcher / ianhatcher.net