just doing things here. once i figure things out you hsould come here to read some of things i wrote. in the meantime read this: Pretty little things(poem): all those pretty little things we doodle on our homework the ink we use the ink i bleed all the ink on your paper filled with an emptiness brought on by a dire sickness the nothingness in these words. i wrote over here what does it do. nothing! and it never will do anything becasue everything i am and will become is utterly meaningless burn my moving corpse now to save time a great big empty head blowing hot air the nothingness of all things
