of the natural condition of mankind as concerning their felicity and misery

[eratsz]

Regina Spektor- The Consequence of Sounds

My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words don’t travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don’t serve much use,
All melted calories,

Comments

[deekeener]

THAT WAS SO EMO AND REALLY POINTLESS, EMILY. Gosh, you're so LJ insensative.

[eratsz]

except that emo and pointless things don't mean anything

and since, i'm assuming you stopped reading after the first sentence....

[deekeener]

boy, you really do know me.

[eratsz]

apparently. you need to stop doing that, ps.