i am writing the story of my life
the ins and outs of my daily existence
but truly, i do not want those i know
to know me as i really am.
so i write anonymously
like a teenager deep in angst
confused at life, its blank spaces and busy days
put it all together, a big fat bundle
and you get this, an attempt at self-explaining
to nobody.
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let's have a picnic. you bring the food. i'll bring bad poetry and the sparkling cider.
About Me
Yes
- I like to say long words filled with vowels.
- I wake up in the morning smiling.
- I'm going to change your world, jai guru deva om.
- The smell of good cigarettes and coffee make me happy though I don't do either.
- I like it when people try to correct other people, but they're incorrect.
No
- I'm just a bit blind.
- I confuse the spelling of "pee" and "pie." All the time.
- I'm having an affair with punning
- I can't ride a bike
Maybe
- I'm kind of an arse.
- I can balance whole cities on my head.
- My career goal includes becoming rich and famous and nasty and miserly.
- I live for late nights and early morning fights/with my mother/ the grumpy alarm clock spirte.
our picnic is over
but let's do it again. i'll bring the food, then.
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