Quote:

...My heart lies over seas, though my formidable years were spent as a gypsy between continents.



Right there in the first five words you can already smell the trouble ahead, with that self-important fake poetry drivel. I may have had respect if she'd just written "I smoke a lot of good shit, though my formidable years were spent sharing needles".

People with no poetic talent that try real hard anyway can be quite annoying if you ever get stuck in a conversation with one. They think their chem-tweaked brain's ability to stitch random words together to form abstract "ideas" amounts to some actual talent, poetic or otherwise. Best to politely ask them to STFU before they bury you in propaganda about the color orange being four dimensional, or the power of mysticism living within all of us.