Spriritual Essayist
Discover the possibilities, my friend.
You have one option before you.
To write, and write gunk.
To smell like a punk.
To eat chocolate hidden in your fridge.
To name yourself Midge.
Okay. Enough! I surrender! TO MY CHEEESYYYYYYYNESS!
So what if I'm cheesy. That's my style, yo.
Don't you forget it!
Listen up, sisters and bros.
The time has come to celebrate the fact that we all live in stars, so the Mobius Strip says.
Random. What an overplayed, over-exposed, ill-used word. And yet the hypo in me claims it like the selfish teenager bastardizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzes LIKE.
How unfortunate the English language no longer flies with metaphors and beauty. One would almost think poetry was a dying language!
My goodness. Does anyone truly like FACS>? I would sincerely hope not. Truly, at this point and time it is the bane of my existence. And yet one week and counting until its doomination ........
I hate due. Due, you stink an unthinkable stench. YOu sTiNkeR.
Thank you Ashley S.
Remember the Titans.
Radio.
Rudy.
Water Boy.
Oops, ruined the rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrEBA McIntyre pattern.
Poor lady.
But, hey, she's a Mommy now.
Potential on the brink of salvation from depress, the ion of existentialand.
Rumba!
Everyone get ready to jive!!! Freakfriday...25/26? JIVE!
La vida Loca.
You have one option before you.
To write, and write gunk.
To smell like a punk.
To eat chocolate hidden in your fridge.
To name yourself Midge.
Okay. Enough! I surrender! TO MY CHEEESYYYYYYYNESS!
So what if I'm cheesy. That's my style, yo.
Don't you forget it!
Listen up, sisters and bros.
The time has come to celebrate the fact that we all live in stars, so the Mobius Strip says.
Random. What an overplayed, over-exposed, ill-used word. And yet the hypo in me claims it like the selfish teenager bastardizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzes LIKE.
How unfortunate the English language no longer flies with metaphors and beauty. One would almost think poetry was a dying language!
My goodness. Does anyone truly like FACS>? I would sincerely hope not. Truly, at this point and time it is the bane of my existence. And yet one week and counting until its doomination ........
I hate due. Due, you stink an unthinkable stench. YOu sTiNkeR.
Thank you Ashley S.
Remember the Titans.
Radio.
Rudy.
Water Boy.
Oops, ruined the rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrEBA McIntyre pattern.
Poor lady.
But, hey, she's a Mommy now.
Potential on the brink of salvation from depress, the ion of existentialand.
Rumba!
Everyone get ready to jive!!! Freakfriday...25/26? JIVE!
La vida Loca.