Basically I've always wanted to keep a journal, however my laziness got in the way (damn you lazy *smack*). So every once in a while i'm going to jot down my ideas and or epiphany.
I want to write a poem too!
My id.
For what one thinks is truely strange, In when what place I cannot name For where why was there not a shame I hate this stupid game, a faceless charade.
Familiar halls I stalk til death, Incognito veils my breath Fierce memoirs call my name I for eye maim mangle lacerate.
Xanadu is not impressed What thought I blessed, not at all What I thought stressed, bloated fall For what I thought I thought thought I This, this is my con my Kubla Khan.