I hate nostalgia. I wanna grow up in NYC and never have to worry about history, just live in the now and die at the age of 35 and at the hands of myself. There's a lot to be learn't. Of course, that doesn't really matter, since I know everything. What?! Does that surprise you? Well it should because if I knew everything, why would i waste my time writing nonsense crap poetry? The answer is simple: isn't the whole of deep philosophical and religious thought just nonsense crap poetry? All the all-knowing knows is to write such words, scribing ancient runes upon the shadows of empty caves, and all the unknowing can do is laugh. But I have to hand it to them- it is pretty funny.  

Some proverbs:

Love is a thousand speechless monkeys that can do nothing but play the harp.

Roses have thorns for one reason and one reason only: they don't want to be picked.

Blue paint is not always blue.