Wednesday, September 7, 2011

In brightest day, in blackest night, No cookies shall escape my sight!

Bonjour! I don't know about everyone else, but I am very tired. Je vais fatigue. If you haven't already guessed that I am taking French, then you obviously are from the moon. It is a pleasure to meet my first alien!

Anyways, I've noticed that most of my poetry is about wanting to be somewhere else. I used to have a penchant for poetry about walking, but I guess I am more stuck than I used to be. Oh, well, from great angst comes great art. That's how it works, right?

The Keys are in My Pocket
Sometimes I wonder
What it is I'm doing here
When I could drive off.

"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien

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