black spider thoughts.
Just as it is physically impossibly for Skwisgaar and Toki to play slowly, I have come to the conclusion that it is physically impossible for me to write anything nice. I try. I really do. Somehow it always morphs into something else, and so I wrote this about my inability to write nice things.
I want to write you something nice
To hide the fact that I am heinous
And you might look at me a bit
Like you might like me just a little.
If I could write you something nice
It may prove I’m not quite wretched
And capable of contemplations
That might enflame your soul a little.
I cannot write you something nice
Because I know just how I’m hateful
And every time you turn away
I wish you loved me just a little.
Writing frustrations aside, today was pretty nice. I eagerly anticipate this Saturday- the return to Camp Norty-Bad Fun, except this time I actually get to participate. Oh yes.
I want to write you something nice
To hide the fact that I am heinous
And you might look at me a bit
Like you might like me just a little.
If I could write you something nice
It may prove I’m not quite wretched
And capable of contemplations
That might enflame your soul a little.
I cannot write you something nice
Because I know just how I’m hateful
And every time you turn away
I wish you loved me just a little.
Writing frustrations aside, today was pretty nice. I eagerly anticipate this Saturday- the return to Camp Norty-Bad Fun, except this time I actually get to participate. Oh yes.