I collect nifty words, like coins in a purse,and use them carefully to keep my writing from getting worse -but the paradigm shift in the indemnity of the heretic has roused me to obliterate the undulating babel.
I only half know these words, but I love you all the same.
Sometimes it's better to keep it simple -
I make love like I make eggs - hot and fast.
How's that for a simile?
I've got another.
Trying to write well is like looking for the right dress,
it's got to reveal as much as possible without looking desperate,
and this poem is a testament to something tight and slutty.
You were right Socrates.
I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing at all.
|me in my head:||i'm going to get my life together and read classic novels and drink green tea and eat really healthy and wear cute outfits and make interesting artwork and spend lots of time outside. i'm going to start biking everywhere and walking and listening to lots of new indie bands that i've always wanted to listen to and take bubble baths and my life is just going to be amazing.|
|me in reality:||well. today i think i'm going to watch netflix in my pjs and eat ice cream. and if i'm feeling really productive i might shower.|