Yes, I've been gone. I know, I was there. If you haven't already figured it out, my (patented) soul-to-body-connect-o-matic machine is not in the same place that my soul resides. (IC enough?) So my times in this fair land are few and far-between.
<cough>
I think I'll try to write some poetry. Maybe I won't. *shrug*

Away
all day.
I say,
I'm not a ray
of sunshine on your face.
But rather an echo can of mace.
I can't handle the space.
I miss my cramped confines.
Never needing, never seeing lines.
Meandering through the pines,
watching all the mimes,
and pentabarfing on my thud.
Ripping off PD,
smashing up TV
so much drama in the LBC, (long beach CUZ!)
I think it's time for me to pee.
So bye, don't kill the referee.



I'm an
ABOMINATION.
A disgrace to
MY CREATION.
Finding my own
RHYTHM NATION.
While digesting,
MASTICATION.

I love my
CURIOSITY.
It's my one
VIRTUOSITY.
I wield it
WITH VELOCITY.
To behold
THE MONSTROSITY.



This is all a bunch of crap. My poetry sucks. Here's more...



Drifting toward the ground.
When will I ever come around?
Give in.
Live it pound for pound.

Never, I say to them.
I'm not some toxic blem.
I am a brilliantdull gem.
Forever in the muck, the chaos.



none of this stuff makes any sense to anyone. I don't care. I'm not out to please you. I'm just trying to get what's on my mind out. bleh. whatever.
bye

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Scarlatan, in the year 256 AF.