i wrote a poem

[a_fools_errand]

in this mundane life there is glory each night, when dreams take over beyond reach of the light. where angels dance and bananas ride go karts, people eat feces and santa throws lawn darts. anything's possible through subconscious fancy, castles are stormed by burgers called nancy. the soul finds solace through the images grand, and truth meets

Comments

[xjacksthebestx]

wow thats pretty good. i always thought your writing was good though, so i guess its nothing new. well i hope everything is going good. jackie

[a_fools_errand]

hi jackie, thanks a lot. thinks are little sucky, but i'm okay.

and to mark below, i heard you were up here this weekend. thanks for calling me punk. i love you.

[mdaley]

newcombe...how have you been dude?
i havent talked to you in a while

[_the_ragman]

it's hard not to like something that unites gloryfull nights, jesters and kings dining in the realm of the imagination with lawn dart throwing santas and go kart riding bananas.

[college_fred]

you should put it in lines; it seems a bit jumbled in paragraph form

[college_fred]

man, more i reread the more i like it. you should definitley give it an awesome title. in the line about the kingdom uniting, i think you should say peasent instead of jester because you know the jesters inside and he works for the king, but with a peasent you get the other end of the social spectrum entirley.
NEWCOMBENEWCOMBENEWCOMBE

[a_fools_errand]

you strike an excellent point, my friend. now give me a motorcycle!

[anonymous]

i love the finished product, you have one of my favorite minds :)

[livetolovetodie]

that was me up there

[a_fools_errand]

hey, thanks darlin'