The hell is going on?

[xp_phoenix]

So, I woke up no longer feeling any sort of compulsion to rhyme, rhythm, meter or truthfulness. Which, don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly glad to be not under the influence of whatever it was. But I've no idea what it was or why.

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[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

I've got a ten on the Professor getting slipped a mickey and telepathically projecting his grade six English classes.

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

..........

[x-tatiana.livejournal.com]

What did you do to make it
Stop?! I'd give much to undo
All of this.

I just want to hide, but I
need to tell, even though it's
verbal hell.

... I've started rhyming, shoot me.
Or don't, rather. I'd rather
not hurt more.

[x-cloudy.livejournal.com]

I admit this was fun, no really, a ton, but it's starting to lose all it's charm. I'm lacking all tact, and if I'm not sacked, I'd at least like to dodge bodily harm. :)