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Here's one of those poems I wrote when I had an existential despair upon me. Like really good authors and really crappy authors do. Hopefully, it won't read like so much "whine" poetry teenagers write. On a completely tangential note, why is it that abused teenagers in shows automatically become Poet Laureates when writing about their abuse? Pain inspires art, but that does not neccesarily make it good art. I could be inspired by the most beautiful sunset in Creation, but that still does not change the fact that I can't draw two straight lines.

My life is contemptuous

My life is
Contemptuous of me.
Why do you do this?
It asks mockinglyquestioningly.
I don't know, says I.
I suppose it's the void
That I know many myriad methods
to fill, but I don't.
I suppose I should.
Is the problem me or what I see?
Is my void gazing back at me
because I gaze into it?
Is the void like hunger?
You eat and eat and eat and eat and eat
But go a week, a month without eating
You'll starve.
You'll be nothing, but something
Inside a casket
Inside a hole
Dug by men who always dig holes
so they
can
live.
Do I gnaw, or is the gnawing me?

Anyway, more existential angst, coming to ya straight from the B-Man. Booyakasha! Anyway, here's something funny about me. I like being out in the rain. It's fun to me. I like the rain. I was about to return something to a local anime place in town today just so I could be out walking in the rain. But then, I was forced to retrieve something from my car, which is parked outside. I didn't want to do it, because then I'd get wet. Messed up.

Thanks for the one reader who ventured into this Pit of Ultimate Darkness, and glanced over all the inane insanity that lies within before eventually being broken down by the ineffable insipidness and inexecusable ineptness of this blog.