[ witty 116 ]
hey boy
youve got some pretty, pretty
words
hanging off your sleeve.
do you weep aloud? in public
places?
hanging out your thoughts
like it was laudry day
for feelings
for all the world to
critisize
that wicked, wicked world which you
despise
why bare yourself so naked to those
uncaring,
soulless eyes?
do you hope that they may
notice you?
shower you with their hollow words of
praise?
only to turn their eyes angrily at your
eager second try.
oh, you beautiful boy with that
motley collection of words
pinned on to your shirt
like literary pearls.

{quote of the week}
"whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong."
~oscar wilde~

...and a special thanks to Michael for his assist on Saturday afternoon...
thanks buddy...hope you made it to church...

...oh yeah?
a pot-smoking, ghetto-fabulous, christian pre-school teacher with fake boobs...

...say it 5 times REALLY fast...

[ pondering good thoughts ]

at the start of a new day
when the sun begins its crawl
until the grandfather clock
chimes an ending to it all
can i sit here with a bottle
can i give up to the calm
im sure that happiness will follow
if i can believe anything at all
well,
the sun is gonna rise and
cleanse this body once again
so sick of trying now that ive
got something i can
believe in...