Can it all be so simple?
like your eyes lips or adorable dimples?
Can Fate finally be kind
kind enough to stop playing jokes and let you be mine?
Or is life like a Rubik's cube... you have to be on ******* to solve?
Because if that's the case I am a Tetris nut... so I am learning to arrange for my fall..

I guess I'm delving in my feelings tonight as I write this poem it storms outside and that gives me no fright anymore but it did before
I swear I can't travel through life's Boggy Marshes anymore
Now don't get me wrong I'm not ending my life
but I do wish that It didn't have all the strife it's like everyday I'll wake up to a new struggle
everyday I wake up happy until somebody bursts my bubble
I guess that's why I loathe humanity at large even the bear necessities of living require some kind of charge
I mean if life's an ocean and the rich are on a barge
then me and people that share the skin I'm placed in must be the barges ****
I guess we'll get nowhere wishing we have to make changes
and there's no simpler way to explain this
then get up and get out and make some progress
and maybe the world will be as perfect as a summer recess

Life's a funny thing
you never do know what it'll bring
on one hand you can be happy and vibing with the crew
Or on the other hand you could be on the street meeting certain defeat with no clue in what to do

Like I said, life is a very funny thing
Not by laughs but by the macabre or the odd things it does, like someone thinking they can sing but in reality the person has all the singing ability of a bootleg rappers bling

in my case in my space I developed a crush (again) I mean have you seen her face?
and eyes that can open a dead man's eyes
and I got stung before but something is making try again

but if I try... Will I lose another friend?

I've been ******
Not by a girl
Not by lust
But by love itself
There isn't a manual so you can't seek any help
From getting shot down after I plucked up the courage to ask
To getting my heart broken and crying tears from my eyes to my ***
I mean, I've had the good the bad and the ugly,
And I have someone now who genuinely loves me
But part of me is expecting to get hurt again
And going back to where I was before
Lost, without a friend 
I mean needs as well ******* hell I swear love is the strangest thing to have to figure out
I want this to work, I don't wanna get hurt and yet I wanna let her know what my feelings are I never wanna become an  insensitive ****...

**** it .

I got home
And checked my phone
It'd been off all day
And a bunch of notifications naturally
Headed my way
But I started simple
and checked my voice mail
After hearing the robotic telemarketer drone
On and on
My exhausted brain was more fried than a salt covered snail

So I  took a second to regroup
And listen to the next message
I sat down and absorbed the shock
Hearing this felt like suffering a hemorrhage
I was so taken aback I could hardly stand

Now what the voice-mail said?
I'll leave that up to your imagination to plan

I dont write these words down thinking about how they will be perceived and read and interpreted long after I'm buried and dead.
But i want it to be made totally clear, hell put it on my gravestones head.

Im a proud snowflake, yes that's what i said.

What you see a slanderous term i see as a badge of honor.
I'll take your harsh comments and generalizations about my generation gladly, because we saw the world was going to **** us over and we said "no more, not again."
When you call us entitled, we simply laugh. because you benefited from a system that ***** what little life we have left out of us. You prospered ad infinitium while what little hope we had turned to dust.
We're a group of people that did everything you said, go to school, work hard, and we still saw the economy you put gaping holes into collapse like the tunnel of a mole.

Those jobs you promised... gone with the wind like Scarlett O'Hara. But allow me to clarify in that i know that not all of you are so stuck in your roots and ways that its frightening. But i will say that we're tired of trying to recapture that same lightning.
I'm tired of being told I'm too young to know what life will do... it'll ******* the first chance it gets and if not itll **** you.
And as i close this out i want to leave no doubt in your minds

I would rather see those younger than me protesting against violent crimes than watching funeral Homes with longer and longer lines.

Sometime special
you'll meet someone worth your mettle
that makes your heart whistle and Boil like a hot kettle

Someone special
that causes a physical pain without
that when the rains around they're your drought
It took me a while to figure this out

That daytime could be more than worth seeing
dreaming out every single day you'll be meeting
Loving every second of their company
aching when they're away

yes.. only someone truly special can make you feel this way

Don't get my hopes up
Because that'll only lead to you getting shot down after your endorphins dope you up
My mind and chest cavity are closed up
Don't forget me
Don't forget
Don't
Get
Expectations set on anyone
That'll lead to being shot in the head
And fate pulling the trigger
Or your soul burning like ******* in ether

Lips Red, like an aged fine wine
Hair long and silky,
God she looks Divine,
Skin so smooth like a car, fresh off the line
Man oh man I wish she was mine
I'm crushing hard, in case you couldn't tell
Not saying so would be a lie I would never be able to sell
But who? Who? I'll never tell ;)

Cloth with colors on the front and sides
under which nationalism is disguised
In my eyes both flags have represented atrocities
the trail of tears, the destruction of a culture and the enslavement of another

But, society has changed significantly since then, we've gone through several wars, had protests, civil actions, and changes in law, so why can't we finally all just say we're different, but still friends?

Problem is hatred is still taught,
think about those nine people in a church that were shot.
9, caring people practicing their faith
were tragically killed because of indescribable hate.

now I'm all for knowing your roots, and being proud of where you're from.
but don't let that blind you to progression, away from the dark days of before

So I wondered what it would be like
If I looked into a mirror alright?
And as I looked at the reflection
It turns out that's me in another dimension

So since I'm a comic book geek
That version of myself would be like this, I think
He's probably got a job, not lacking in confidence
Isn't so cold that feeling is always in the past tense


He's probably actually liked, by people besides his bears
Maybe he isn't apprehensive about showing feelings, beyond that he cares
Or even more outlandish he can talk without slipping on a stutter
Maybe his mind isn't always in the gutter


Maybe he's happy, whereas I fake a smile
Maybe he's athletic, and can run a mile
Or maybe he's the exact opposite of what I described in my verse
Another me from a parallel universe

I'm finally free from someone that never did belong to me
I'm finally free as a falcon in the sky
I see know you weren't worth all those tones I cried
I'm finally free like the damphir that is my namesake
I can finally attach myself to someone who cares for their and my sake
I'm finally free these chains have been lifted from me
I can now see it was never meant to be between us
you did me a favor by saying no so thank you very much!

If I could be an animal
I'd easily pick a dog
Why?
Well I could sniff my way out of a blinding
Fog
And I could get cuddled and hugged all day
I could also **** couches with out being called odd

I'd have green or blue eyes
And I'd be able to take dumps and *** on trees
And not be maligned or despised

My life right now
is like Victor Fries' wife, wait how?
I'm stuck in a limbo between two places
or for lack of a better term, a stasis.

I'm more lost than the final season
I know I'm still supposed to be here but for what reason?
I try to walk more but every time I go out the cold sends me quickly back in

Every time I look I can't find
every time I search I wander blind
It's like trying to solve a Rubik's cube with one hand behind the back and a spitball stuck in both eyes
where's GPS when you need it? I sure could use a guide

Can I be the world's forgotten boy?
because you forced me to search and destroy
you employed tactics taking advantage of the fact that back then I was still a boy
but I've since then ive put down my toys
I seek to destroy what you did to me and my familia with that not so clever ploy I'll probably find some perverse joy in ridding myself of your influences and mentions to the family uuu tried to separate me from I felt back then I was always under a loaded gun but I ripped those burdens asunder with your "love" but it's done now. it's over wow and all I have now is a smile on my brow

When you hurt me you didn't just turn me down
You left me feeling like a faceless clown,
you took my confidence to hell
buried it right beside my pride, how swell!
my ****** side? yeah that died with my dreams
You didn't just hurt me, you tore my heart apart at the seams.

But... yet....

What you took from me could never be replaced
So I went into the deepest recesses of my heart and soul and forged new items to stand in that unoccupied space
It took a lot of time
most of that spent putting my pain into rhyme
I had to go through hell to really appreciate it when I get to heaven

So thank you for stealing, because I just got new models in and more coming at 7
So now I only have these final words to say to you

Roses are red,
violets not blue
you must think I'm stupid,
if I decided to return to you

Roses Are red
a deep crimson hue,
I heard about someone getting deported to outer Mongolia
you should follow suit.

Roses are red,
spinach stalks green
you may be wondering,
why this poem is so mean

Well at the risk of sounding cliche,
it's inspired by an ex of mine,
what more can I say?

Well I write poetry and post
It
I capture feelings in flows and yes I know this
But who am I?
Is NeroameeAlucard another persona I created?
Or me... The real me trying to escape it's mental containment?
I'm having a crises involving my self forged identities
it's alien to me to try to just be myself
when hiding behind my masks forged on feelings
But having to face the world without a mask?
that would be like Majora not having wrath

What can you do
When you can't give someone a third of what they deserve?
Where can you find some more happiness to fill their eyes?
Why does this seem to happen to me all the time? I meet someone amazing and yet I still feel like I'm not worth anyone's time?

But enough with the self deprecation
For once my heart and head are United, unlike the nations
But this sensation, this feeling won't go away like pain without aspirin or julie Andrew's in a shop for sashes

What can you do? Leave it all on the table and hope they grab it

I've
Cracked
at
the
seams
I
Can't
find
out
what
these
dreams
mean
I
don't
understand
why
my
mind
keeps
becoming
so
underhanded
Playing
tri­cks
on
my
consciousness
Can't
for
once
it
just
go
away.

Can I trade lives
maybe with a lothario, just to know what it's like
to not get shunted to one side
my affections not having to bury until they wither away like dust and die
So I don't have my insecurity up with me at night screaming at me until I want to cry.

Can I trade lives?
Maybe with a car,
my lifespan may be temporary
but I'll be able to carry you, know matter how far
I could contain a president, hydraulics, maybe even a czar,

Can I Trade lives?
Maybe with a cat
I'd get to sleep all day
and lay in people's lap

You know what *****?
being kind.
Wait What?
Why?

Because if you're too nice
you'll come of as weak
but it takes true strength to remain humble and meek

I don't get what you mean, can you please explain?
Sure dear friend, I'll make it simple and plain.

I try to be nice and not offend or be rude
but everyone seems to take advantage of me in a mellow mood
so when I finally snap it comes off as a surprise
"How was I supposed to know hurting you would bring anger to your eyes?"

And let's not even get started on relationships
being nice gets you walked on, or they Dash like Damon did.
I can be as pleasant as a human can be
but everyone fails to see the other parts of me...

If an end can be a beginning
And a beginning can be an end
Then I'm probably a rough corner
Too odd for life to bend
Stretch into conformity?
I hope that doesn't happen to me.
I owned my weirdness long ago
If you gave me drugs that would probably normalize me

So if I ever feel better, If I ever go outside when it's warm in a turtleneck sweater
Put a lyrical bullet through my brain
Because I'm far from normal, if you see me that way I've gone insane

I read once that none can be as cruel as an unthinking youth
and sad or to kinda be expected that's true
as we know, somewhat to much chagrin
young children will be brutally honest no matter what setting they're in.

Now, bullying is an American epidemic
so why would a parent add fuel to a fire that's already spreading?
why humiliate your offspring to get a point across
why take the heart of a child and harden what's malleable and soft?
I get it, when your child does wrong you have to correct
that's all well and good, but where's the limit set?

Like I stated earlier none can be as cruel as an unthinking youth,
so parents I ask, would you like that done to you?
Would you be okay with someone leaking every stupid decision you made on a worldwide platform?
Would you grin and bear it as more and more people treat you with unbridled and cruel scorn?
taunting remarks and biting stings that remind us of a simple truth
None can be as cruel as an unthinking youth

So we met in a bookstore the other day
little did we know, we'd be seeing a bit more than grey
I walked into the ****** section, to buy the kama sutra
I bumped into you and our eyes locked for a moment, I swore that it was somewhere before I knew ya

You said that the book was getting you wet
I said "don't worry I think I can manage that without breaking a sweat,
intrigued we found a hidden spot in the store
And not too soon all that was heard was
**** YES! GIVE ME MORE!!!

So we had a fling right next to a bookshelf
we could've waited until we went to your place but we couldn't control ourselves
I guess as students of anatomy we need no help
That bookstore wasn't the same, considering what was on the shelf
;)

Every day is the same
I feel lower than a slave
I did everything right
Went to school despite
It wasting my money and time
Earned 3 degrees
I can't get anywhere in my field,
And i knew it wouldn't come with ease
Hard work doesn't pay off
That statements false like the profits
Of Bernie Madoff
You made off with my money, and time
I can't get back
So now I'm working out of my mother's basement
Because of the funds i lack
I didn't rest on my laurels,
I do have a job, but it's nowhere near worth my mettle
Rejection is a part of the process
But
If you're qualified for the position then wouldn't you get it?
Or is that just the decision of bosses,
You know the yes men that don't say anything
To contest them
I'd like to address them
I know it's not easy being higher up in command
But Common decency and respect isn't a guideline, it's a demand.

It's not for lack of effort that i remain jobless and listless although that can change like the weather
I've spent days in my native American sweaters walking up and down the streets seeking employment, but like flavorless spearmint gum i chewed up and spit out laughed right off the stage at the Apollo before being thrown out

No doubt, there's some light on the other side of the sun and i should remain positive like a neutron but I've been through this for too long, snide hints and comments about the obvious i know I'm jobless i dont want to become heartless in the process
A bog this foggy is tough to go through but there's always a way out that i hope to show you

The patient is stable,
the anesthesia is working
we don't have all day
let's get to working
I'll require a scalpel
I'll slice him open
inserting plastic here and there
trying to fix what isn't broken
insecurity got to the head
now his features will resemble a raptor that's dead,
why do we try to "fix" what isn't broken?
Its like our lives are defined by make up and Surgeries, what have we as a society been smoking?
standards can get chuffed, because as we get older we shouldn't be bound to the "beauty"industries handcuffs

Alright I did a guide for the ladies
now here's a little bit for the fellas
now gentlemen it's not easy doing what those ladies tell us
but here's a quick guide to the ladies
hopefully you'll take my advice and heed it because we need more real men lately

Okay if your lady annoys about you about the little stuff
By the way don't treat your girl like a little piece of fluff,
be gentle but tough, be hard but weak
but most of all fellas, be unique

If you stay loyal, treat her like she royal and **** her so good you make her skin boil
then she'll stay with you thru the good and the bad thru the happy and sad times
and no I'm not saying this just to rhyme
but don't be one thing and act like another

Are you sleeping
Or are you dreaming
Because to me there is a distinction
Between to similar states of being

Simply sleeping will produce no wonder
No creativity or interest for the poet to plunder
But dreaming, dreaming is a powerful state
In which the human mind can do the most amazing thing, create

So are you sleeping, or are you dreaming?
Don't search too hard for an answer
If you're dreaming, capture those elusive thoughts
They move quicker than the tiniest dancer

I hope this chicken scratch doesn't come off as pretentious but my train of thoughts run off the tracks

I seriously don't know where my thoughts go sometimes are they in my head or simply a neuronic flash in a greater mind

Am I high? Or am I simply breathing what life intakes or is it even possible to raise and warn those participating of the stakes.

Wow that was some of the most pretentious **** I think I've ever jotted down to throw let's go...

Forever Alone is probably my fate
because I only found one that I'd be more than happy to call my mate
She would've been treated like a queen
And I'm being Oh so sincere
Idve treasured her so previously
And held her so dear.

But these are the pangs of unreturned affection
be careful where your heart goes it's prone to misdirection
I finally got up the nerve to tell her how I feel
she let me down easy, said she didn't want distance
I just wanted a girlfriend worth a ****,
But maybe that's not what I'm meant for it's

Like I get knocked down, or kicked around
no one sees the tears behind my mask of a clown
underneath my laughter lies years upon years of pain
Love forever eludes me
Cupid Probably laughs in my face, and spits on my head
knowing I'll be alone when they find me dead.

When I'm happy
Nothing can go too bad
It's like I've got sunshine all wrapped up
In a brown paper bag

But when I'm down
I feel broken into splinters and pieces
Of **** that's not even worthy of the lowliest of dung beetles

It's a weird emotional map for me
Everyday either a rising hill or yet another deep valley
But I've cruised through both, not through
Perseverance but through faith
It wasn't easy believing, but that and my family helped keep me straight

So I take it reading this your day *****
and you want to go from a F to an A+
sit back in that chair
don't you move from right there
and I'll give you my secret to get the spirits up.

Now you'd may come off as hammy,
but imagine you're at the Oscars or Grammys
You've just won for best whatever
now you're on the stage, be clever!
so your hands and face don't get clammy

So while you're on stage with your speech
think about your past friends for a second each
now that you have them in play
here's what to say
I'd like to thank all the little people I had to step on, I wrote their names down, I'll read them off one each

There you have it, that's my secret to bring cool
and though you may think I sound like an insufferable tool
when I walk across the stage
I hope you won't be enraged
when I come by with millions at out reunion for school

I walked into the park as the leaves crunched underneath my feet
I drank in the fall air that tasted ever so sweet around me.
I stared around at the sun drenched leaves
the colors slowly changing
I observed two squirrels gathering leaves for the upcoming icy cold winter,
I watched all of this like a cinematic movie
Nature making its fall display before the cruel winter turns her frozen head...
and kills off these lovely autumn leaves.
"Let it go!" they say but part of me can't let it die, for those colors so vivid are my addiction, I love to watch them dance upon my eyes

You know I haven't written about looking at myself loathing what I see but is been weighing on my frontal lobe so I'm gonna write this outta me
I've been through to much to feel this way again
I refuse to give up I need to grow up and be strong, if not for me then my family and friends
But then maybe I've been strong for too long
All humans need time to breathe that sigh of relief from not having to fight any longer
But I've taken loss after loss and fallen down and each time I've gotten up I was hurt, but stronger
This throng of self doubt and disappointment hurts me to even talk about every time I seem to build confidence I get crushed by second guessing and doubt without my friends I don't even think I'd be here right now
So thank you all
I love you
And now pen, take your bow

I walked into the fun house
I trod into the ball is mirrors
I looked around and quickly realized
That the wiggly and distorted reflections of me
Were by no means ordinary.

I looked at one mirror and saw myself
Crying over a skinned knee in first grade
And I saw myself again in another mirror oversized and indulging in gluttony.

I saw myself, looking on at various crushes in lust filled regret.

The moral of this trip into the hall if mirrors, is very simple. Look at yourself and you'll change what the mirrors reflect

So I'm being watchman, for my grandma tonight, she's going in for surgery
You know this hospital has changed, better than i thought it'd be

This mattress is about as sleeponable as a cracked open fence
I can't stay in because it's out of shape my spine is bent

Ive spent a pretty penny on snacks, and now I'm wishing i could find some relief for my back
But it's not about me tonight, it's about my grandma in her hour of need, we as her seed must attempt to pay her back

For all the things she did for us, sometimes big sometimes small
Hell if it wasn't for grandma, i wouldnt be here at all.
For bringing me my mother, and then taking up a burden of a kid,
When mom had to work late when i was sick, you always stepped up to the plate, i dont know how you did it but you did.

So thank you for everything Grandma, for we should all aspire to be half of the person you are...

You often reflect on your family
That much is true
But when it's all said and done
And the film of your life has cut to black
When heaven's chorus has begun
And you no longer need or lack
When the preacher says "They're in a much better place now"
And your coffin is in the grave
And the dirt is shoveled over

How will your family reflect on you, when death strikes like the king cobra?

The dog was on the table, being
Snuggled and told he was a... i think the nurse said "Good boy?"
He shook his head, almost instinctively saying no.
He then felt sleepy again, what were these humans doing?

Then he woke up again. This time he saw food!
He looked around apprehensively then walked
Over to the bowl with the food, it wasn't much but enough to start rehabbing him.
He spent 6 months in that office, cold and he saw that nurse nearly every day
Snuggles from her slowly started to make the hurts and pain go away

And then, after he gained the wait and his fur grew back, he was moved to a small shelter and the bars in his boxy room were black.
He wondered, would that nice human ever come back?
He waited patiently, expectantly hoping for those snuggles and reassurances,
Then he finally got his wish.
The nurse adopted him, he bounded out of that shelter happy as a lark.

Then he went to a new home, with a nice big yard, cold grass underfoot he ran there ever so happily...
Until he passed away as all dogs do, but soon the nurse would see him again

I could have died,
Had I not heard that song
I wouldn't be here now
Had the radio gotten it wrong

I was alone so long, a lost soul searching for somewhere or when to belong
I'd spent to far being strong,
I'd broken like an oyster with no pearl
I'd grown colder to the world

It's been half a decade since that day
So thank you radio for playing
Under the bridge that day

Could we dance in the moonlight
Drunken loons high off of life
Wouldn't that be nice
To let go of inhibitions
To let those connections we thought were dead
To let those evil little ghosts out if my head

Can we simply be one
Love, one person one unified front
Pursuing the same goals
We were divided like sheep, and mares and foals
Being as one should be humanities relationship goals.

So could we stop letting everything but the kitchen sink divide us
Can we please stop trying so hard only
to let life deride us

anybody got a map
so I can find who I'm looking for
seriously I've been trying to find her
but she's about as lost as Stevie Wonder in a grocery store.

I just want someone I can show off to the world and still keep our business in private
someone I can take to my parents and say
she's my pride and joy and she makes me smile each day

I mean, I'm the kind of guy that'll go get you candy if your on that womanly business
Need a rub down? okay turn to where it itches,

you want candy? tell me what kind you like the most
headache bothering you? I'll lick you until it goes away like an ungracious host

you walk to me crying? Who am I beating up today
want a kiss in front of everybody? you got it I don't give a crap about what they say,

yes I'm a nice guy or at least I try
and yes we still exist.
but can I just find someone that I can show my softer side...
can I find someone that's not going to destroy my time?

They've got it made
For the winners in this world
The less fortunate souls
Have to play the role
of the tragedy known as Deacon Blues
and yes I know that's a reference to a song
But like the Crimson tide, this poem shall roll on
The haves truly have, and the knots are tired by the Chains of lack and want
But you might say "if you want to be better than work harder. "
"Why are you so irresponsible with your money ,how will you feed your daughter?"

I don't even have kids and I know the feeling of desperation all too well
It's like burning constantly reheated hell
Why? Why? Why do I reek of failures distinct smell?
I'm a good person, or at least I try to be
But.
.

..

Why am I fated to lose?

My heart is an apocalypse
Empty
Dead and strange
Occasional signs of life
Constantly in strife
Fighting for survival in conditions so bitter
Although living in these conditions does create a kind of grit only found in wool sweaters

And to be honest I wish It was getting better
But it's not to be frank
My future seems to be like a sarcophagus, dark and dank
I wish I could find it in myself to love as much as stone cold Steve Austin drank

But My heart is an apocalypse
I can taste the tears on my lips
As you walk away
I can't see any reason that you would stay

Pick the bones
And bones with a pick
Strip the flesh
You already took away the rest

Heart is missing
What's left of the brain is starting to mold over
Fillings gone down the throat of a wild wolf 3 trees over

Will someone find what's left of my dignity?
Along with what's left of my reaching or ability?
I don't know, to be perfectly frank
This mauling left me broken Down like a 3rd world country, post meeting the tank

It's like when I finally lay down
in my nice warm bed
ready to call it an evening
and spend the next eight hours hallucinating
I keep imagining you beside me warm and happy
maybe that will make some of my days less ******
I wish so sincerely that I could hold you so dearly
Kiss your cheeks and tell you I love you as you awake
cuddle you so closely and hold you tight
because your a treasure I don't want anybody to take

(if you caught the reference in the title you get bonus points)

Now, I'm not much of a visual artist
I'm more of a wordsmith
But
You're a marvel to visualize
Like eggs made right you're easy on the eyes
From the top of your head to the tips of your toes
I can't help myself, something about you caught my eye
Like Salvador Dali you've become a persistent memory
Or like Van Gogh, on a starry night
You make my eyes swirl up and down and all around
Beholding you in every kind of light
Iconic like the Mona Lisa, you could guide your own renaissance...

Why is it that if it rains and it's sunny the devil is beating his wife
Why is it that when I'm listening to music in the zone people accuse me of missing out on life?

Why is it that by 35 I have to settle down, have kids and a wife?
Why is it that I'm excited to be older than I was but not truly prepared for life?

Society is weird like that, but that's a solid inspiration to write
Because all of our ills won't be solved
Unless we ask the question why

What do you do when your smiles gone south
for the winter and you can't find the words to describe with you mouth
how you feel, when you get kicked while you're down
when every time you've come out of the shadows, something, or someone, knocks you down
Now I know I haven't been the perfect saint
I've been around, I don't pray much, I curse too much for goodness sake
But try as I might I can't get back up
I've given all I had, my body wants to give up.
My soul is crying after years of insecurity
Lord, please, I beg you, cast it from me.
All my pain, all my inequities, all my hurts and my wrongs
I know life isn't easy but I've carried them far too long
Please, give me the strength, the will, to get back up again.
I'm through going it alone, I need a friend

Inspiration is a tricky mistress
one day she's laying down letting you having your way
the next she's up and whipping your chest
with a cat of nine tails
beating you into submission with little room for thoughts of poetry or tales.
So if you'll excuse my lack of writing dears I have a headache that could down Odin or Thor in one blow I have a headache THIS BIG and I can barely think straight so this won't sound as great as I may or may not intend dear friends
so inspiration hasn't struck
More accurately it's been beating my brains in all week
So I've.been gone for a little while hopefully I can create something unique