cubed

a fine pup he is.

white fur.


shame he was a pup.


for only so long.

perfect sandwich

Justin made a sandwich.

He carefully laid out the two pieces of bread.

Both pieces were toasted for exactly 1 minute.

They were equal in size.

The tomato was perfectly round.

One perfectly round piece.

In the center of the first piece of bread.

A single folded piece of ham.

Perfect in size.

A round onion.

Same thickness as the tomato.

All placed on top of each other.

In the center.

But no lettuce.

Justin could not finish the sandwich.

Because there was no lettuce.

thisguyses

as misleading as they can be
or as deceiving
they were made
for different purposes
but they were twisted
and contorted into
what they are
now

:D

Ocean Bringer

What's with titles and how they don't seem to
centralize what
the writing seems to be about

In the Waters

In the place you call home, where you are safe and sound
It lurks in the depths and it feeds on what you hide
What you've pushed down deep beneath yourself
It's ravenous hunger is not satisfied
It feeds constantly on the supply you give it
You fed it and so you cannot complain
It's eternal existence is horrifying
Please make it go away
But you feed it


There you go, I attempted poetry only to sound disgusting.
I have no idea what any of that means at all.

Tomorrow

A year ago from tomorrow is the last time I posted on this blog. That shows how often I post on this blog; not often at all. 

I don't know how to use a semi colon.