Hear late at night in my bed, on my iPad, is where I can be at peace and write what I will when i will and tell the world to fuck itself cause it can wait until I wakE. So I suppose I will update that sad idiotic journal that has been plaguing my wall with and eerie sense of dread and despair of which the likes that I do not normally like to digress to. I'm happy now, in love..again, and yesterday , well 2 days ago now (1:17a.m.), went to see Jeff Dunham live at the st Pete times forum it was amazing and i laughed until my face hurt lol. The sad part about being happy is poetry does not come to me as easily as comedy so it hurts my deviant art posting abilities and ppl like anjidu get cranky and text me and call me bad things (Jk). So if my poetry is lackluster for you guys that are crazy enough to follow me throw out a topic and I'll make a rhyme or a poem out of it if at all possible. Consider it a challenge, an act of skill, or boredom at it's freaking finest, but whatever you call it know that I'm up for any topic at all and I may actually post some poems that I wrote years ago that are very mean to certain ppl but I really don't care because laughing at ppl, including yourself, is a part of life. Goodnight and have yourselves a merry flippin' day.