search your room for a pen in hopes to write me off but words just seem to love me more..
ITS TRUE
we've been having an affair since two thousand four
i like it
all of them...
mikal david --
[noun]:
A human transformer (Robot in disguise)
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com
"charlie there is no future in anything. i hope you agree. that is why i like it at war. every day and every night there is a strong possibility that you will get killed and not have to write. i have to write to be happy whether i get paid for it or not. but it is a hell of a disease to be born with. i like to do it. which is even worse. that makes it from a disease into a vice. then i want to do it better than anybody has ever done it which makes it into an obsession. an obsession is terrible. hope you haven't gotten any. thats the only one i have left". ernest hemingway in a letter to charles scribner.
Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poemand he called it "chops"because that was the name of his dogand thats what it was all abouthis teacher gave him an Aand a gold starand his mother hung it on the kitchen doorand read it to his aunts.that was the year Father Tracytook all the kids to the zooand he let them sing on the busand his little sister was bornwith tiny nails and no hairand his mother and father kissed alotand the girl around the corner sent him aValentine signed with a row of X'sand he had to ask his father what the X's meantand his father always tucked him in bed at nightand was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lineshe wrote a poemhe called it "Autumn"because that was the name of the seasonand that's what it was all aboutand his teacher gave him an Aand asked him to write more clearlyand his mother never hung it on the kithcen doorbeause of the new paintand the kids told himthat Father Tracy smoked cigarsand left butts on the pewsand sometime they would burn holesthat was the year his sister got glasseswith thick lenses and black framesand the girl around the corner laughedwhen he asked her to go see santa clausand the kids told him whyhis mother and father kissed alotand his father never tucked him in bed at nightand his father got madwhen he cried for him to do it
once on a paper torn from his notebookhe wrote a poemand he called it "Innocence: A Question"because that was the question about his girland thats what it was all aboutand his professor gave him an Aand a strange steady lookand his mother never hung it on the kitchen doorbecause he never showed herthat was the year Father Tracy diedand he forgot how the endof the Apostles's Creed wentand he caught his sistermaking out on the back porchand his mother and father never kissedor even talkedand the girl around the cornerwore too much make upthat made him cough when he kissed herbut he kissed her anywaybecuase it was the thing to doand at 3 am he tucked himself into bedhis father snoring soundly
that's why on the back of a brown paper baghe tried another poemand he called it "Absolutely Nothing"because that's what it was really all aboutand he gave himself an Aand a slash on each damned wristand he hung it on the bathroom doorbecause this time he didnt thinkhe could reach the kitchen