I have changed, we have changed,
but that doesn't mean that we aren't all the same.
'it doesn't?'
no, it doesn't.
'how so?'
well, you see. just because i have changed and you have changed, doesn't mean we changed into opposites of one another. we can clearly still be together and make this work.
'how do we make this work?'
open mind, and open rhyme, blink without blinking all the time.
'huh?'
i'm just kidding, i don't even know what i'm talking about.
'was this a poem?'
it is, if you want it to be. the true beauty of poetry (accidental rhyme) is that everything can be a poem. from a letter, or a song, or a poem. it's open to interpretation.
'is that true?'
it must be, i just made it up.

always making stuff up, without every having the strenuous act of actually doing things. here we are, it's a monday all the same. i've been in a weird mood. i'm feelin' hyper-creative, but at the same time saddily-sad. the reason why i'm sad is not important, but why don't we work to get me out of this funk. i say funk, and i know it's funk because of the tasty basslines.

i mean i'm young, dumb, and full of support of new order's breakup. i feel like it was about time for them to just go their seperate ways. but a band full of bass players? ridiculous. freebass? eat a dick. hell, eat three dicks just so your full from all the dicks you ate. i often wonder how filling a dick would be. i bet a butt would be very filling, the reason why i am betting on this, is because of albert fish. serial killer, asshole, and vagrant. he's so pervy, and that was in a time (1920s) where you weren't allowed to be pervy. it was against the rules. against the rules, they would scream out. ''you can't eat a little girl that you murdered, that's against the rules." it was a very polite time. now, he would be hit from every direction with slurs and cusses. it's the sign of the times, we have a lady in the white house, and we say curse words at pedophiles.

you make this tough for me. i want to quit blogging but whenever i get a burst of energy and feel the lack of creativity, i will write one.

i wasn't feeling the lack of creativity but i have a burst of energy because guys, my biological clock is ticking and i need to find a baby soon.