I WANT TO GO TO A TEA PARTY

I planned for victory

I don't know how to lose

But do know how to forget loss

So, either way I win.

How did you learn to act so well?

Did you go to a big university?

With a high notch teaching a class of 402

But all the education soaked into you

for sure

Or was the class a maximum of 33

So a private eye could focus and see

Each acting flaw 

that they saw

would be corrected

and stopped

for sure.

So in conclusion you spit the lines out, at least

still sounds like shit to me.

Oh my gosh

The elephant men stomp through
Christmas tree dreams
Like a book with no pages to read
But you opened it anyways just to see
What was in it

But it was space, space
Outer space, it ended up in the maze of your face
and it got caught in the teeth of the jaw ribbed day
that snatched you up and said
"Don't worry about this,
Don't worry too hard,
Don't worry,
Don't worry,
Life was and is the meaning of it all"

So you got your sly eyed knee grin map
And looked for love in a smiles trap
A couple thoughts, in a water trained cup
You pulled yourself down, gravity sucked you up
To the core of an earth where you don't quiet belong
You said "so long so long so long"

But first place second place
it's all in the name
It holds certain destiny
For the faith that you made
In the hopefully hopeless
and the self contained
Let it all fall into the landslide of faith

Because if you try to hold all of the weight
It will come back to you
It will come back to you






Oh my gosh Jamie. Oh my gosh. You just made me read.

The Floor Fell Onto It's Tail

One day I vomited out the truth.

Then I ate it back up.

Because it was valuable to me.

But I like it in my digestive system.

In fact, I never want to let it out.

But the second I vomit.

It does too.

And then the truth tells the truth.

To me.

And I don't like it very much.

Blogging?

I hate bloggers, and not in that "HARHAR I HATE BLOGGERS TOO HARHAR" way. I really dislike people who talk about their lives throughout the day. I guess that's me now... So do I hate myself? Well, that is an ironic question because I hate people who hate themselves. Imagine that... A hypocrite. YIKES!

So what am I supposed to do? Complain? (check) Maybe I could say what I did today.

What I did today:
Woke up
Back to sleep
Woke up
Shower
Got cold
Got warm
Told my mother she would make a horrible alarm clock
Regretted it instantly
School
WORKWORKWORKWORKWORK
Missed my ride

Who cares? A list of all the things I did today, how clever! YOU SURE CLEVER JAMIE! THAT HAS NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE! -

woah.. stop.. look back at "YOU SURE CLEVER JAMIE!". Wow.. I guess I could correct that.. but I'm supposed to talk about everything... What a typo. Just look at it in it's endlessly incorrect glory. A sentence fragment born to be wrong, and deleted. But not you my friend. You are part of my family now!

So... as I was saying.

-That's exactly what I'm talking about, people like me who talk endlessly about their lives. And I guess you clicked on it, so it's your fault. But trust me, cynical reader, I hate people like me too.

Now...

To non cynical people.

Stop reading.


I'm done...