I took a polaroid. Not really though.

Things to Come (a poem I scribbled on a napkin about a year ago)

I once saw a cloud of human beings
Speaking a foreign arrogant word
One thousand streams of fire burn
Passing over the human sea of nations
Clothing the darkness with ash white as snow.

Empty mouths are feeding on wind
People of long ago, continue to flow
Deceitful beauty is on their tongues
Wearisome circuits as sun sets
Sorrows increase a lulling knowledge

As pools of trees splash and flood gardens
Ravens fly down to their bed of spices
The flock sings unanswered songs amid the lilies
New humans overwhelm the soil, sprouting ash
Whispers of sweet vines grow new life.

Mr. Pitiful___ Matt Costa___ The Most Beautiful Man in the World

And look at the ones before me
Some say I waste my time
But normal life seems so boring,
So trying to lose my mind.

Some RYLA Quotes...

" I plan on going to Westminster for the chairs"

"That CrAzY obtuse love angle..."

"It has nothing to do with the fish, you don't go throw your Cathode Ray Tube"

"My hands smell like Cheese Danish"

"This sounds all good right? So did the fish... and the seal..."

"You are NOT a real person"

"Like Racquetball..."

"Hello, My name is... Gary"

"It's one of those ones that are half way out then they are like 'See Ya'"

"... The Candyman Can"

"I feel like Oprah only thinner, and whiter."

"Pheasants Chase Burt."