Thought One: I smoke weed to feel what the world is feeling Even though i get lazy, i still walk around -if a girl is crying the tears tell me their story -if a creek is flowing it whispers to me it's secrets and the sky shines radiant in the air and love flows through my veins a love junkie by night. Thought Two: Ahhh i have such problems with spoken words mabey thats why i write these stupid poems my pen puts out the fire (or at least dims it) and my silhouette sits in silence as i leave my body Hi shadow!!! Uno i love you. Thought Three: All the mischeivous things i did as a child i dont regret. When in kindegarden my classmate kurt built a castle out of blocks - about as tall as me. An evil feeling of jealousy came over me as he kneeled with his back turned to the castle, and i tip-toed over and gave the blocks a little nudge. .........thats all it took and down they fell.........Wack! Smack! right onto kurts back with the sound of CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK! Mrs Straus came over as he was about to cry, as i innocently walked away. I didnt get caught, though she may have seen me do it. But i was such a shy quiet nice boy she let this one slip. Kids are weird, i was no exception. Although i grew up and remaned the shy quiet nice boy who will secretly yearn to take this building and burn it to the ground in one romantic fury of burning angelic sulfur black lungs and bleeding eyes. And i'll torture myself until the job is done.
