shit post. oh yeah!!!

i want to feel absurdity 24/7
no more eruptions that i can explain
no more answers
just endless questions marks you know
the circularity of curiosty
amirite

poetry used to mean nothing to me
i felt that it was too easy until i realized,
hey that's some bs.

I'm just so afraid to be a writer/poet/whatever that i will push it off until
it's no longer earth matter..if that makes sense

getting into stories should be easier than tying your shoes
and if I read 3 books a week i should be exempt from stupid classes and the crutches of learning completely useless and biased things. i only trust history from a woman's perspective.
okay maybe not seeing tht i've barely read any non-fic by females (i'm sorry!!)

i don't understand why everything feels so unjust
like I want to scream at my giver and taker
i need 2 more hours to sleep
give me 3 more days to read some books
give me a month more to finish this essay
how about we wait for those things until i'm feeling better

everything is so conflicting
your life, the events, nature, everything is out of control,
GODDAMNIT DEADLINES SHAT ON ME LIKE RAIN

anyways this is an angry rant i guess
hey at least i'm posting once a day

i'm gonna go work on this thing,
watch some twin peaks,
eat some brussel sprouts
and call it an okay Wednesday

i hate rhyming!!!

ugh why couldn't i just be a cool alien dog thingy,
casey