Almost two hundred pages of what you'd read in any 1990s role-playing chat room. (Okay, I've been there.) Choppy epistolary narrative with a ton of misused words. Poorly formatted text. Characters could be the same person, except one is Red, and the other is Blue. LOL, they even know HTML! 

Gather 'round, boys and girls! Today, we're going to learn about the brain regions involved in reading by comparing their act to that of a three-ring circus! Never fear! This insult to the method of loci can't be indicative of the author's intended audience considering more than several of the names sprinkled onto this circumlocutory text would be considered well-known only among the educated!

What an absolute waste of time.

I mean, I never wore boys' underwear, but...totally relatable. Girls don't have to "dress pretty" or act dumb and helpless to actually be girls! 

Very poetic. It's just that poems are usually much shorter. The tone of the work is somewhat dissociative, comparable to a familiar after-dreams stream of consciousness. Or maybe I actually was falling asleep.