haha it HAS been awhile hasn't it? and i noticed something. i never make any sense in any of my entries. they usually end up being this one line thing of frustration or anger without saying exactly what's pissing me off. yeah im an angry teenager aren't i? and it's so funny how i was about to post yet another one of them frustration shits. maybe i should just do song lyrics. yeah here's a good one. it's a japanese song so this whole thing is just translation

don't insult me. you didn't even have the guts to tell me the blunt truth.

I am. One Whole Abbo.

One

ENTIRE

Abbo.

so fuck you =)

please return what you took. i want it back. i shouldn't have even given it to you to begin with.

anyway

i love my mom. she's hilarious

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe its way out,

or walk inside a poem's room
and feel around for a light switch.

I want them to water-ski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.