THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Monday, May 15, 2006
Often times I just can't help but think back, and my stomach goes all queasy and my legs go all weak inside. I become an empty hull. That's when I need to be filled.I almost puked. Thanks a lot Sharon. Made me go find an old classmate who somehow has taken a liking to blowing kisses and saying, "Hey, do you miss me? My
hamsters miss you!" I was like, what the...? Couldn't stand it, almost puked. I mean, honestly speaking, acting cute... and stuff. It's not that I don't want to try to be a friend. It's... honestly, difficult, even a struggle. *Sighs* I'll still try.
If at any time you find yourself alone or lonely, remember, the police can almost charge you for unlawful assembly; you have the Father, Son and Holy Spirit with you, and that altogether makes a group of four. Add another person and you're officially breaking the law.
Psychedelic;
10:16 PM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
