The title for this poem is irrelevant Just like the color of a pink elephant

I'm preparing on the ride over While looking at green grass & clovers 'fore boarding a boat on water like Grover

Writing under the wrong kind of stressTrying to clean up before the mess

Setting sail soon Making a wish on a cruise Awaiting magic

What's the point of completing a goal with no purpose other than to be completed?

There are interesting things happening in my life worth writing about, but I guess I'm just not very interested in my life.

I just turned 30 last month, and I guess it's already starting to show. I'm at an airport bar right now, and I didn't get carded when I ordered, but the next two guys who sat down did.

People are hypocrites For fearing the insane Because if you ask me Anyone with a conscience Is insane in the membrane ... ¿You mean you have a voice in your head That makes you feel bad about your self For doing something that benefits the immediate Because, in the Future - which doesn't exist Someone … Continue reading Crazy Conscience

Donating today Right arm, orange ring, green 4, booth 3, machine 09 A lot of blood this week I didn't mention it when it happened But 2 days ago, I cut my left thumb And had to get stitches A bottle broke in my hand So luckily I only got 1 cut on my thumb … Continue reading 3 Stitches

Something's happening But I'm a fucking retard So I don't know what

Tahitian mushrooms Orange, blue, and yellow colors Painted by fairies