I think there for I think

why is it so cold outside
I know its not because of the Jews or because a creepy man is doing something to a child right know.
never the less this is uncalled for, where is my motherfucking heat.
the flowers in my garden are getting sad, but not me...I just mad.

but in all this I am in my room thinking how cute Louise Françoise de la Baume le Blanc de la Vallière is. If she was real I would let her have her way with me.

Then I go and get milk, or moo water so I can build my bones up for the last battle that is coming any year now. I will raid the leviathan into battle and strike down all that stands against me with the hammer of and jutice.

But I digress, we are kin.

A Poni summers night dream

Its still raining today as it always seem to do in the city of tears
and all I know about today is irony.

Having a class were to girls at the age of 18 talking the two sides of aboution,
and yet the one chick in the who happens to be pregers talking about the rain forest.

That on little momtent of the day consumed me.
I found myself in the end the same as I always am,
not giving a shit about the subject of any of them.

But the miss pregers was hotter than the other two, thats all I can really say.

The Qs of the world are just Ds of Mars

Its late in the night, or early in the morning
and all I can see is that TV in that building a good 50 yards away.
I can't see what is playing, and I really don't care.
But the fact that I am thinking about it shows that it has meaning to me.
It is the fact that it is real, more real than the people I know of
more real than the air and the trees
in fact on real than me.
That is why maybe the TV matters to me.
Then I turn to see the TV that is in my room, and all is norm again.
So is life.