fantasy writer...

fantasy writer...

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

post traumatic prose

Originally penned 7.4.04 - 7.7.04
From the mind of the utterly depressed and other meaningless spouts of the absolute insane...

Did I ever matter?

I'm so glad to know that I am easily forgotten.

Am I just a poetic heart drowning in the mainstream of your discontent?

If I said No,
Would it make a difference?

I enjoy these conversations with my fears, for they bring enlightenment to my soul.

I have a bowl of cheese and I'm not afraid to use it!

Stick a fork in me, I'm done

Nothing moves you..
nothing, except chili & BBQ

I'm a figment of my own imagination

They can sit there all day, but it's still going to be Kelly Green!

You're attracting flies!

I'm not LISTENING!!

 That's Super!

Time has little to do with infinity and jelly doughnuts.

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