I love owls. i shouldn’t because they are awkward and the pinnacle of pretentious (w/ exception of joan of arc), but i do.
also i have taken to righting haikus (though in the time that has passed since junior high/watched fight club, i have forgotten all of the rules which one must follow to write a haiku, other than the three line limit. so i guess you could say that i have more taken to writing bullshit in three lines). they mostly come about in aim conversations in which i am able to type three things before someone else not as bored as me gets a chance to stop doing something more interesting and respond. i am slowly gathering them together to form a book of poetry. The working title (with due credit to idiocracy and justin) is
“People and Fruit and Shit: the Poetry and Perspective of Brian Wakefield”
the post you commented on was an excerpt from my forthcoming work.
so is this.
i like it when girls smell pretty
or not at all
at least
It’s just my interpretation
of the situation. (also i feel good that i remembered the html for italics)(also i love parenthesis, they are the single most effective punctuation for inner monologue or for me any monologue).
ryan adams’ blog is like what my blog would be like if i were:
a.) much more bored
b.) much more in france right now
c.) much more talented
d.) much more emotionally and psychiatrically unstable
massive flickr STD update soon (sounds gross to uninitiated)
dude, i know you feel lamed about not coming in next weekend, but i have a feeling once you get behind the wheel of 125cc’s of scooting power you will forget all about me and my central time world.
i kicked blog’s ass today.
seacrest out
