Write a piece of Vogon Poetry (Vogon Poetry being the universe's third-worst) and then post it, and this instruction line, in your own journal.
Ode to a small piece of putty I found in my ear one midsummer evening
it glistens dervigullantly
with the golden-amber-nectar of my magnificent earwax
is like my soul
resplendent in its own corruption
my self-loathing flollops floopily in the watery wastelands of my primaeval pulchritude
soft and grey on the outside
hard as arcturan megadiamonds in the centre
(the whole galaxy shall be bored
and vogon ships shall through its centre creep
via glorious hyperspatial bypasses)
i stare at it for
and write poetry about it.