Holy crap! Didn't I ever tell you not to pick your nose after picking peppers? That was one thing my mother never told me. Man! I wish she had. Fact: Pepper juice can make your nose burn like a bitch!
So who am I really? Whoever you want me to be for a price. Just kidding I can't me bought, seriously no, sorry. I'm much to pricey. We all are.
Introductions, I hate them. I have to do one for every class I'm in, every sticking semester. And studying? Homework? What looney's came up with that idea?
Yes I'm still procrastinating. Why do I not want to reveal myself to you? To the world world? Because why would I want to? Seriously? Sharing our life's and feelings with mankind? Wow. Lame sauce. Like anyone would care anyway. Thats why I wouldn't want to reveal myself to you. Maybe I would to my friends, people that know and love me. But, not to the whole world (and with all of my poor grammar!).
Hah--I just thought about it. My dear Watson, you are correct. That is exactly why I'm writing this. This is who I am. So what? The truth is that the people that surround you do love you (a whole heck of a lot) but sometimes when they care they get all clingy, lovey dovey, nosey, bitchy, naggy, sad, hopeful, proud and sometimes its just to much. For people that already know us and love us they really don't need to hear what is really inside us. They know. They don't care. Thats why I'd rather write it for the whole world to see. Because the whole world doesn't care about me. Their may be a few drifters that would stop to listen. Most of the world has forgotten how to listen. So I can rock on or rant on, talk about this or about that, do whatever I dare for who will stop and care?
So I'm sort of crazy, life seems sort of hazy
I really did like that lady, in the Great Gatsby? oh yes, daisy.
Would that constitute a good poem?
So who am I really? Whoever you want me to be for a price. Just kidding I can't me bought, seriously no, sorry. I'm much to pricey. We all are.
Introductions, I hate them. I have to do one for every class I'm in, every sticking semester. And studying? Homework? What looney's came up with that idea?
Yes I'm still procrastinating. Why do I not want to reveal myself to you? To the world world? Because why would I want to? Seriously? Sharing our life's and feelings with mankind? Wow. Lame sauce. Like anyone would care anyway. Thats why I wouldn't want to reveal myself to you. Maybe I would to my friends, people that know and love me. But, not to the whole world (and with all of my poor grammar!).
Hah--I just thought about it. My dear Watson, you are correct. That is exactly why I'm writing this. This is who I am. So what? The truth is that the people that surround you do love you (a whole heck of a lot) but sometimes when they care they get all clingy, lovey dovey, nosey, bitchy, naggy, sad, hopeful, proud and sometimes its just to much. For people that already know us and love us they really don't need to hear what is really inside us. They know. They don't care. Thats why I'd rather write it for the whole world to see. Because the whole world doesn't care about me. Their may be a few drifters that would stop to listen. Most of the world has forgotten how to listen. So I can rock on or rant on, talk about this or about that, do whatever I dare for who will stop and care?
So I'm sort of crazy, life seems sort of hazy
I really did like that lady, in the Great Gatsby? oh yes, daisy.
Would that constitute a good poem?
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