this next installment is all about big topics in the pot circle i am so frequently involved in. haha i really hope cops arent reading this, but if they are pot is the new hip word for knitting. well here it is; "dude like what if we were like ants and ants were like us man, you think they would like.. (exhale) step on us man?

Hahahaha I'm kidding thats the last thing i would write about. Mainly because i cant think of how to continue it, but also because, really, who cares.

ok so i really cant think of anything i want to bitch about right now so for all you non-existant avid readers I am going to give you quite a treat. i have been told that i am a rather talented up and coming poet, however i and going to be a journalist. but a little poetry never hurt anyone, unless ofcourse you're a witch (those rhyming spells were always nasty). alright here we go, and if its not good then go read something else because I dont care what you think.


If you were to tell me angels were real
I would have to disagree
I would tell you that angels represented love
Something that was stolen from me

I didn’t tell you that my heart was yours
And now I regret that I waited
I wanted to tell you with all my heart
But my courage was asleep and sedated

I wish I could tell you who you are
So you would know that its you I love
I was hoping for you to be there forever
Your not, shame is all I haven’t gotten rid of

Love was something I treasured the most
Above all the other wonders in life
I saved my heart for you my love
But I let you go, adding to my strife

I’m not trying to say that this was your fault
Because it is me who deserves the blame
My love for you melted my heart
And I let you fly away

I am sorry I left this for you to read
Unaware of who you are
You took my heart and threw it away
Now all that’s left is a scar

and that is it for now, i hope you enjoyed it, but i really don't; its more something i say to make you all feel more like i actually care about you.