My thoughts are as akin to sensible
as a cat is to a sewing needle
so I write what I think
and think not about what I write.
My thoughts spill into words
like too much wine poured into my glass
I never was big on wine I suppose
maybe that is why I let it flow over.
maybe I never liked the taste
so I wouldn't bring it to my lips,
maybe that is how I am with my thoughts
with my words
after all I rarely read my own stuff once it is written
"why is a raven like a writing desk?"
you know I always pondered that question
thought of it as a question I always wanted a real answer to
not just some childish answer
then again maybe I am stark raving mad
who knows
maybe that is my appeal in this world
or my appeal to this world
depends on how you look at it I suppose
oh well this is nothing really
this is a collection of thoughts
of the utterly random sort
if you understand them maybe you are as crazy as me.....

03/25/2003

Author's Note: Eh just felt like writing anything so this is what came out........

Posted on 03/26/2003
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