The End

This is my last day of punishment and I have NOTHING to write about.

Here we go!



I won't say everything is good, cause it's not.
Things are up, things are down,
It's life. It's living.
But, somehow, those little annoyances validate.
They make everything more intense.

Because, in what fucked up sense,
Can a world of all one-sided feeling
Be better than a world of topsy-turvy
Ups and downs, expressions; pain
Love and exploration?




That's all I have. I'm tapped. I need a day off.

Back to you, Will.