Nothing said and nothing meant. Those are the kinds of words I speak.
Gibberish of nonsensical musings I mutter, that utter nothing but hot air.
Lovely and fluffy words that hold no meaning, except when misunderstood.
Confusing the scholar and amusing the fool, when they fill my head.
Read as is written these letters make no sense, the flow is jerky at the very best.
They make me happy none the less.
Just consider I am neither writer nor a reader, only a man with a tongue and some spare time.
Nothing said and nothing meant. Those are the kinds of words I speak.
Gibberish of nonsensical musings I mutter, that utter nothing but hot air.
Lovely and fluffy words that hold no meaning, except when misunderstood.
Confusing the scholar and amusing the fool, when they fill my head.
Read as is written these letters make no sense, the flow is jerky at the very best.
They make me happy none the less.
Just consider I am neither writer nor a reader, only a man with a tongue and some spare time.
transgression through an endless thought.
passing through a needles eye, or am i just being retarded.
infinity goes on forever, as does my mind, being stopped by a block.
i cant transcribe these thoughts which i have.
making up words, do i lie and say its the truth?
utter bliss, (wait isnt that a cows...never mind)
Lalalal Lalala....oh wait I'm still writing this, back on track.
from one to another like a skipping stone.
memories like the rippels will fade.
deep is the thought, in the shallow pond.
wait how did the story turn to ponds?...grr damnit...
transverse thoughts, weave in and out:
of memory,
of feelings,
of man