perfection is a goddamn lie, so don't ever believe it

let me list a few words i could stand to hear less often:

photographic, memory, perfect, pitch, jesus.

not because i hate what they stand for but the way people use them.

here's the surprise.

are you ready?

not everybody who thinks they have a photographic memory is right about that.

guess what else?

not everybody who "speaks for jesus" really does.

know what else?

i bet none of them do.

know what else is weird?

that the phrase "perfectly healthy" not only exists but is used so often. who has ever been perfectly healthy? no one. not one single person. everybody in this world has something going on inside them that is killing them. maybe i have said this before, and maybe i have said it a million times, but maybe that fact has something to do with the other fact that there has never been even one single person in this world who was "perfectly happy." surely they would live forever...

Remember that one poem?

Hey. Remember that poem I posted during BEDA? You know. Not the one that was not by me, but the one that WAS by me? And remember how I told you that I had just written it that day, and it was by no means finished? Yeah. Okay. Well, I recently revised it. So I thought I would post the new version...you know. To give you an idea of the revision process and all that. So...here it is...

(Still up for critiquing and all that. Nothing is ever, ever, EVER finished. Feel free to tell me how you react to it, and how you think it could be improved. Or even, if you liked the first version better.)

Fall

Late September had

you and I lying

in mounds of orange, yellow, red

assigning our secrets

to the raining leaves,

we watched as they fell from the nest:

two hatchlings, both dead.

Winter came early that year.

Also. If you are, for some reason, interested in reading the original version, you can see that here.

On a different note, has anybody else gotten to the point where they feel like they have no outlet for saying things about people anymore? I mean...I used to just tweet or Facebook or whatever. But now everybody who I WOULD say something about is likely to read these things. I want to say something so badly right now, because sometimes you are just annoyed and you just need to get something out of your head, and then you feel better, but alas.... Anyway, I recently wrote a short story that got a lot of shit out of my head. So maybe I will just starting writing long fiction about things that annoy me. LOL.

NIGHT!

PS THANKS for reading! xo