I wanted to post something, but I didn’t want to take the time to finish writing anything. So I copy and paste delirious facebook ramblings and call it blog! Italicizing myself for dramatic, confucian/bozoean effect
I’ve finally won
for real?
Via choosing different races
handicapped ones
I have won
what are you talking about?
I will no longer not not be respected
I am talking about the punk movemet
movement
meowvement
no you aren’t
and if you are, you haven’t won
unless in the punk movement winning means losing
I have won
Quitting = winning
well
not quitting
transcending
transcendance is achieving victory
and fulfillment is baking your heart until the bread is warm
i’ll take that.
holding on is breaking your heart until it is stale bread
and crumbs that lead to a person who is no longer there
is all you will be
And they overestimate a beating heart
because sometimes it is only beating itself
are you writing me poetry?
I don’t write poetry
and I don’t write it to you, either
wrong on both accounts
Someone is wrong
and it is usually everyone in the room
When the room empties
the only thing left is the prosperity of incorrection
breeding like bacteria underneath the pit of the earth
poetry
If I could choose
I would never become a poet
but I would gladly become a bard
i would love to see you a bard
travelling from town to town
regailing the peasants with tales from the kingdom
It is hard to continue my incoherent chickerings with you interjecting every 80 pixels
hahaha
i don’t want you to chicker me
nor do i want you to chicker me out
It is not you who I am chickering
It is the wind I chicker to
you just stand in the way
please move
please move
but the wind blows me still
in your direction
please move
please move
I am not a sail boat
I’M A FAIL BOAT
1:05am
stop your bardetry! it makes me regret my lack of inspiration recently
CHIPS AHOY
oh snap