All kinds of stupid
sorts of sad things
are all the kinds of things
I have, today.

I wanted to give a voice to this
strangeness, wanted to let it
claw its way out, wanted
to maybe say something
to make someone else shut up

all I got was a howl
a wail.
teenage. trite.
No.

Your Score: Prometheus

33% Extroversion, 100% Intuition, 44% Emotiveness, 38% Perceptiveness


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Okay, so, I'm not a prefect. I'm kinda over it now, except that it makes me a little sad, every now and again...haha ( Read more... )

Walmart, Alone, Saturday Night.Look, promises everywhere ( Read more... )

here you go, with your talk and punctuating gestures that are really unneccessary, not that it matters, but they are.  you would scowl if I told you that, launch more hysterics and make your gestures even bigger.  I don't think you're funny ( Read more... )

My braces are off!  I can smile again?  I can smile again!  

W-ford, that is your name in my head, Wallingford

Or at least, how I have always thought of you

Since I began living here

Can I tell you something, W-ford?

Alright, here it is:

I hate your crosswalks

Especially that one in town

Where it stops ALL the cars

So that I, one pedestrian, might cross

I hate that crosswalk most of all.

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Run! Hide! I am publish-ed. The Lit, page 48. Like I said, fear. They're feeding my ego.