Today

[bagelbomber]

Today was the same as all other shames that mold and bicker into a lame ball of my parents arguing bedroom. My eyes bloomed new again into the sky of my ceiling with this lingering feeling of dealing with healing from these gashed wounds of confusion of waterfalls of actions that speak louder then words. A steamed tub of sweat means we met with the

Comments

[bagelbomber]

Haha. I appreciate the thought so very much. And I did call you, you crazy nut. I love you.

[beckeyleigh]

*hug*
you're amazing.

[bagelbomber]

Only Rebecca can make me feel that much better with two little words from a very awesome person. (Scratch that, two and an action word)
::toasts::
To Wednesday.

[beckeyleigh]

*toasts*
wednesday.

*drinks*

[anonymous]

...Just some Joe randomly zoinking through LJ and came across this...Just curious, is this writing an attempt at prose or a particular style? I have nothing critical to say, just curious if it was inspired by an author of long ago since it seems rhymed and sort of metered. Or was it written for music or with music in mind? Like for a monologue or something, or is it just the way you always write.

James

[bagelbomber]

Hello james.
This is more a frusterated writer at 2 in the morning coming off a buzz. I think it has potential to be a monologue type thing, but I guess I just felt like pouring out the events of my day and random thoughts of the moment in a different way. It has no style or rules whatsoever. Thanks for taking the time to read my stupid little journal, and I hope you had fun rummaging lj.
Till next time.

[bagelbomber]

shes a haggler no I'm not taggen her but you don't want these boys to go over and start asking her
whacha wanna do
nothin
whacha tryina do
nothin
whacha gonna do
nothin
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

(N E R D... see it's clever)