assignment 1

[ranter]

once again i am lost in a puddle of my mind and every thought-who but no one can hear what i think except that you no longer let in any words to hear by no one. think of it as the shining sun up upon a pedastal of your delight and on your prong ofhope and throe of despair. who will ever find it under there? who will ever now where to hold the circle?

no more. it must rhyme. it must be catergorized
dont look at the ground-look at yourself from the inside out of the background that you cant see, hold up the pen, toss up words til you cant see them any longer than i can hear them...you dont remember. why not? someday i will this understanding and know no bounds withing the cosmicisity(word?)of nothingness. your manifestomeans nothing compared to what is locked within the pen that writes yourname and underlines your verbs. nothing is hard. everything is easy. it was meant to happen.there is no fate within a single phrase uttered by the nothingness of everythingthat is empty- but with a glistening shimmer of a unit illuminating this room, there is always everything left to be seen by those who enter and exit w/o warning. walking precariously towards hope in a tower of fun which in no way means that alls well in any case if youve noticed its all wrong. sometimes its a void up there in my parallel universe for thoughts in the sens that im not all alone at nite in my transverse equivolant to nothingness.

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[parch]

well now - you did the assignment for sure -
and i feel sad after reading this.

but thanks -
now give me one of your own.



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I am my new Religion
I am my non Decision