Sometimes certain submissions on the I, Anonymous Blog are like poetry (that is, the GOOD kind of poetry, not the shitty kind most people write and will never be allowed on the I, Anonymous Blog). Take for example this submission, poetically entitled, "The Fat Ass Buying all the Twix Yesterday."

I really wanted one of those Twix. They're the new kind with dark chocolate and they looked pretty tasty. But as I got to the front of the line with my bottle of juice I realized you'd grabbed them all with your massive hot dog fingers to shove in your garbage disposal mouth. Probably immediately after leaving the store, like some goddamned man mountain crack addict.

Read the rest of this beautiful, evocative piece here. Interested in sharing your inner beauty? Do so here, for as the great poet Emily Dickinson once said, "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry." I, Anonymous: Home of the topless heads.