The Obscure

End of the line, folks. Today I realized a drastic thing, it's huge to me, so I gotta say it. Today, I hit the end of what natural born intelligence can do for me. Yes, it's true. No longer can I just sit around and do well on tests and barely skim by through school. There is a limit to how long you can go without trying to learn anything; and today, my friends, I have hit that limit.
That's a big deal. That means to do stuff now, I actually have to study a little bit. Oh well, it was a good run while it lasted, eh?

Uhh, nuffin is really goin' down right now ova hea'. I gotta take a shower I guess, I should probably do some laundry too, I've been wearing Ryan's pants for a few days now. I'm going to wash them though, and I haven't drawn on or torn them, so I think it's ok.

Y'ever think of someone else's poetry as like, about you, even if it's in no way refering to you? It's illusions of reference, really, when I hear a song I really like, I think of it like directly about Myself. Don't ask me why, it's just how it goes. Some kind of musical megalomania, there can't be something that doesn't in some way refer to me. Same with books I read, often times I think of them as a criticism of my own personal flaws. Like Dostoevsky just knew that in the year 1987, a really annoying hyper-active elf child would be born.

Egh, I'm gonna hit the showers nower, for half an hour. Y'all be takin care, don't abuse your power; feelin dour? make bread with flour. Before I shower I may scour the tub in which I smuzti-blour. I made that last word up, lost my groove. Toodle-oo.