Ode to Sir Blubber Butt the First, Destroyer of Worlds, Harbinger of Pain and Destruction.
A poem is basically a paragraph that’s chopped up into little lines, and I guess there is some truth in that.
Shit happens and life stinks sometimes, you see.
It has been about one and a half weeks since I last blogged. I also feel vexed when it comes to meanies.
Autocorrect and phones.
A public personal letter. Yup that’s an oxymoron.
asdfghjkl 2.30ish in the morning thoughts on sadness