I've read somewhere it was a cliche to post poetry on your blogs. I say, "Fuck that." No really, I said just that. The day one person can dictate how everyone should do something as insignificant (in the grand scheme of things) as blogging is the day I say "Well, maybe Hitler had a point." Not happening. I've been writing poetry again. I only do it when I am in deep turmoil and I am in the throes of it right now. It's OK. I never really mind suffering because I know it doesn't last forever. Suffering makes you see things you would never see if you were happy and carefree. I see things not more clearly (because pain can cloud your inner and outer vision) but more observantly. It has its good points and bad points...I'm just ready for this to be over. I have so much to worry about besides my crushed ego and a broken heart. Maybe I will post some poems...nah, probably not.
On to better things, I have heard the best, most unique album I have ever heard. A mix between hip hop, Edgar Allen Poe and something else I haven't discovered yet. The Nobody Hole is amazing and I can't wait until the world hears it. They will be blown away. SumKid Majere is a genius and I can't stop singing his praises. One day everyone else will see what I see and I will merely raise my eyebrows in a bemused sort of way with a look that says "About time."
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