Poetic Review of Life is Strange (Video Game)

Life sure is strange
I won't say the actors have no range
But it is less than expected
The game is hardly affected

Explore the difference
While feeling the consequence
The plot is great
There will be character's that you hate

The story have strange levels of depth
And in the end you will be left
Asking yourself if there's more to the tale
You won't be ready just yet to set sail

Any one thing
Could change literally everything
Like the butterfly effect
Everything is suspect

There is no right way
Perhaps there are wrong
See how it plays out
Until your left
With one last song

The animation is done meh to well
But the music sure is swell
But if you couldn't tell
Four out Five for sure

30 Cool Band Names

1. Bloody Unicorn Meat
2. Psycho Anal Eyes
3. C- Team
4. Ecelectrcity
5. The Bearded Nuns
6. Circle of Jerks
7.Andrew's Posey
8. Handful of Severed Fingers
9. Buttered Biscuit
10. Al and the Ladies
11. Hole Lot of Character
12. C-Day
13. Illusion of Music
14. Deliberate Illiterate
15. Draft Trunk
16. Count Counter Strike
17. The What
18. So Last Decade
19. Water Wetter
20. Smell of the T-Red
21. ReDeady
22. Stitch of the Dead
23. Screen
24. S.U.L.T.
25. MisinterpreNation
26. Smelly Belly
27. Dead End Zone
28. Seven:.The Strange One
29. ROMANITY
30. Question Marks the Spot

Inspirational Message

Someone told me to believe in me.

It is that easy. Believe in you.

When you think that nothing will work and others feel that way too, you forge your own path. It isn't about whether you can or cant, or whether they are wrong or right, it is about you believing in you.

Once you believe in you, I think that other people will be able to feel it too.,

Set your goals high, unrealistic even, because what's the worst that can happen? You get to them.

Poetic Review of the Lobster

Crunch Day Running Boy
Sit Ben Kenny Coy

Once Rock Death Bet
Live goat south went

relationship cruise
Loose bullet flute

Pick kick sick
Rick Nick lick

Banana Apple Frost
Lean Diana Ross?

Deep No Salt Sea
Ring around the rosey

That didn't make sense?
Neither did the movie.

One out of Five

Eight original sentences

1. The soup of the day is dirt, because there's no water here.

2. Titanium alloy bike frames, it's what's for dinner.

3.  One rubber duck said to a stick of glue, "Man, I really wish this was a sitcom."

4. So I says to 'em, ya got any doors to this here tent, cuz I see a lota knob heads.

5. If you look really closely at the sun, you'll see a future where you are blind.

6. On the eighth day, God took a nap, because they had to be invented, and there were so few theme parks.

7. On the ninth, God decided to build Walt Disney, so that there would be more theme parks, because God wanted to overpay for regular cups of soda.

8. Imagine for a second what it would be like for a second to pass.

Things that bother me Today

1. People who claim I'm getting in their face
2. Peanut Butter without honey involved
3. People who don't have faces
4. Pimples on my face
5. People with pimples I have to face
6. Faces made of pimples
7. Broccoli
6. People who cant count
6. People who count on me to eat their broccoli
7. People who put their broccoli in my face

New Invention Idea!!!

Time Machine!!! Everyone wants one, but no one knows how to make one. Man, that sucks. How about instead, we use VR to create an augmented reality, and then using pictures, we could creat a setting, then we could scan anyones particularly identity from the internet and we could creat a version of that reality, where things could play out different.

Poetic Review of Iron Man

In the beginning he's a super jerk
Only the things he says make you hurt
Cares more about the money
More hen the lives of his buddies

Surprise he was attacked
These terrorist want some kind of missile
Tony ain't having none of that
For himself a made heart bristle

He makes a friend and makes a suit
Both sort of die rather soon
One gets shot to his doom
The other one gets that too

He gives up guns and the war
And looks to do a little more
A billionaire, play boy philanthropist
In a suit of armor you cant miss

Look to the sky
There's that Iron Guy

Through his character arc
He gets some heart
So five out of five stars

Descent to Darkness explanation

Descent to Darkness is a fantasy novel about a scientist who creates a serum that allows characters to leave their novels. He accidentally releases Dracula from the confines of his book. Dracula then uses the same serum to summon a legion of villains from classic literature to overtake the world.

Six More Original Sentences

1. Well I think that Justin Beiber would make a better Pope.

2. Have you ever thought about how eating a handful of sunflower seeds is like eating a handful of plant babies that we've cooked and salted?

3. Third grade was the best year of my life.

4. The two blueberry muffins fathered in chocolate syrup, easily slipped into the HIpp without being seen, and left with pancake hats.

5. Would you call someone who really like the Cistine Chapel, a ceiling fan?

6. I think broccoli would make this bacon pizza the best thing Ive ever had.

Writing exercise to go that extra mile

Have you found yourself unable to write that idea you've had or maybe any idea? So, here's an idea that may help you. From where you are currently sitting, pull a notebook from the magic thin air, and write. Write something that would inspire you to wrote where you sit right now. Like wrote a story about robbers breaking in your house and if you don't wrote a short story, they'll kidnap your fish, and they'll take your fish to a cat statuary. Something like that. Something that could get you motivated to start, then you'll know what yo do.

Poetic Review of Fox and the Hound

There's an orphan fox at the beginning
And he's an orphan at the ending
This Fox named Todd is raised by birds
Prepare to cry and have your feelings hurt
Because this is a story about a life
Including the good parts and the strife

Copper is a yellow and Brown hound dog
He's bred to kill foxes just like Todd
But instead their best friend, what the odds
But nature has to follow a set of laws

In the middle the friends get split
Copper has to make Todd dead
His owner put that in his head
"Your my best friend," he said

It's hand drawn animation
Quite a friendly creation
Might make you come to a realization
Lifes a trip with no set destination
Friends are friends through separation
You don't have to be like last generation
I give it five stars
Even if I cried more than once
And it sorta hurts my heart

Things that Bother Me

1. People who are on their phones while at registers
2.People who say I can only have one free sample
3. Pop cans that are exploded on top
4. Things that make me itchy
5. That one ingrown hair in my cheek
6. People who write checks
7. Children who wont pledge to me as their eternal leader
8. Merchants who sold me "fast acting poison" that takes more than 10 minutes to act.
9. People who want to talk to me for 10 minutes that they should be poisoned
10. Any flavor milk that isn't chocolate
Seriously though, if an actor came on the set of a play, ans then he sat there doing nothing for 10 minutes, you would leave. You didn't to watch someone not act for 10 minutes. It is called fast acting poison for a reason.

Disclaimer: I don't usually if ever poison people.

Devilishly poetic devil

The option was now yours to take
It was your soul to forsake
Now, there was a deal to make

Make the deal or just don't
Hit the road and grab your coat
Take a breath try not to choke

She offered her a red hot pen
"Are you going to sign again?"
Then she winked like you were friends

With the fiery pen in hand
You made a deal for a band
"I hope that you understand."

Everything melted away
Turning not white, but maybe grey
Who are you to really say?

Found yourself up on a stage
Consumed with a hot hellish rage
Reading music off a page

"Don't you worry your pretty head
After this, I'm as good as dead."
What have you said?


The flames lick your lips
As demons take literal sips
You are just mere steps

away from the hellish flames
You only have you to blame
Shouldn't have played this game

REVIVAL OF WACKY WEDNESDAY ON THE WRONG DAY

If you have an idea for a new invention, then I have a new invention idea just for you. Imagine if you will something very very eerily simple. GLOW IN THE DARK POST IT NOTES!!!!! Why is this a good idea?

ONE: They glow in the dark. That's all you really need to know.

Why is this anything of importance? How will you market it?

My concept of the idea is built specifically around putting them on the wall where a bed is. Typically a bed touches a wall on one side or at the top. This way people, don't have to turn on their lights, and wake completely up, so that they can write on a thing. Waking completely up doesn't help people sleep.

But? You say but? You think people will write on the wall?

No fret, special paper, special ink that only appears on paper. Boom! You can write your midnight inventions down, in the dark.

First Pages of Black Market Jones

Tell me if you like it? New IDEA!

Chapter One

Times are Changing

“You’ve made a terrible mistake,” the roar of the wind whispered. I shifted, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the sands of time whipping through the darkness. I attempted to speak, but my mouth filled with blood. “You will regret it.” Once my eyes were accustomed to the empty void, I saw nothing. “Take a deep breath.” I did as the voice said, and I could hear my breath whistling through my fingers. My throat had been slashed open, so I could barely take a breath at all, but my mind flashed with white hot nothingness. The hot sand slammed into my open throat, causing a searing pain to push through my flesh and fuse it together. “You owe me,” the nothingness said. Before it left, I saw the brilliant sand colored eyes of a beast waft over a dune.

I sat there, clutching my throat, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but I had no idea what was happening. I knew that I didn’t have memory loss, but I was in too much pain to quite understand what was happening in the moment. I laid my head back in a colder portion of the sand, and I stared into the sky. My voice struggled up my neck, but only gurgling came out of my mouth. It was interesting that I didn’t remember my voice or my name just then, but I figured it would come back to me, eventually.

I kicked my legs up, and they skimmed across the surface. It was easy enough to struggle up onto my feet, but the world around me might as well have been entirely sand. How the hell did I get here? For another moment, I looked around to make sure that I wasn’t actually in Hell. Honestly, though I didn’t know if I had done anything worthy of going to Hell. Probably. At least maybe.

The most logical thing to do was wander away from the wind. At least then I wouldn’t get hit in the face by stray sand trying to sleep in my eyes. I stumbled up a dune, and just as I got to the top, I slid down the other side. “Grrgggegfuskgggrhhyogrrru.” Now, I knew for sure that I couldn’t speak.

An arrow buried itself in the sand next to my head, and I let out a gurgling moan. Was I honestly being shot at now? What in the Hell had I done? There was Hell again. Instinctively, I rolled to the left, and a bullet smashed into my shoulder. I screamed, but it sounded inhuman.

“You ought to speak, if you value your life!” The mysterious person said from behind the blackened sand. I pressed my hand into my throat as hard as I could, but still couldn’t manage actual words.

“ARRGHMMRPH!” I screeched as loud as I possible could.

“As a fair man, I am going to give you one more chance. Speak!” The mysterious person bellowed.

I pressed even harder into my throat, trying to connect my vocal cords through sheer force. “CCKKCAAAAHNNNNHHT!”

“Whatever you’re trying to say. It ain’t quite working, but you don’t quite sound like one of those black blooded pale assbiters. Gonna make me come all the way down there? Just so I don’t feel like a murderer, huh? That’s fair.” A portion of the blackness peeled away from the air, and a woman garbed in faded brown fabric stumbled through the hole. “Human?” She asked

“GGGRRYHHHEZZZ,” I struggled out, but then as she raised her bow, it shifted into a rifle effortlessly. As she flipped it around, she pointed it at me. In that split moment, I nodded with tears blurring my vision. It was the only human thing I could do.

He eyes narrowed, and the rifle shifted into a t-shirt gun. Once she fired it, a white t-shirt wrapped itself around my chest, and restrained my arms behind my back. It was a straight jacket. I fell backwards once the strap that connected the front and back halves of the jacket wrapped up between my legs.

“So, I don’t actually ucking know what you are. But you aren’t what I am and you aren’t one of those. My policy on that front is to figure it out before I put an ax in your neck.” She moved closer, pulling the red tinted glasses away from her head, and inspected me. For the most part she kept about a third more than an arm's length away from me until she saw my neck. “Looks like someone already tried. Vengeance or something else?” Her t-shirt canon shifted into a little white slug that attached itself to her neck. “Trust him that much?” She said as she turned her head to the slug. Slowly, it nodded. “You are always trying to get me in trouble.” The woman grabbed me by the arm and tossed me through the hole in the darkness.

“Scan him.”

I landed inside of a glass box on the opposite side of the containment unit, while the woman landed on the other side near a console lit up by lights. There seemed to be seven or eight motionless people stranded around her, just watching.

She flashed a laser at me, and then she looked at me. “Scan complete.” She threw the laser pointer into the darkness beyond.

“Arrrghghrg?” I growled.

“Wondering about the scan?” She said. The white slug on her shoulder turned into a ball peen hammer, and she smashed the glass box. “You are okay with me. You?” The hammer glowed brilliant white and morphed back into the slug. “What am I saying, I knew that you were okay with it.”

She wrapped her arm around mine and yanked me onto my feet, which were surprisingly strong enough to hold me up. “Arrrgh.”

“They,” she gestured behind her to the motionless people, “call me Alpha. I’m the pilot of this ship shape ship shaped ship.” She paused to look at my neck again. “I assume you have a name. Or at least a preferred sound.”

I had no idea what sound to make, and she seemed to notice.

“Don’t worry. I won’t give you a name that doesn’t fit.”  

Eight More Original Sentences!

1. I really like Madagascar hissing cockroaches with pickled habanero with watermelon pudding.

2. I'm going to need a handful of unsalted butter, popcorn without butter, and a handful of salt, if you want to watch the movie tonight.

3. "You wear a silver necklace in the shape vampire fang, because you think it doesn't look bullet shape to people, but it does to werewolves?"

4. "Also, it is very common for the clown that look insane to also be pickpockets, but on the same token they are superstitious about vampires, because what else would they be afraid of."

5. An apple a day could keep the doctor away, if your doctor was a trick or treating five year old, and the "a day" meant specifically Halloween.

6. Clock Punch sounds like a punch made of hands and different kinds of assorted gear.

7. Chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla are all ice cream flavors, but they are also things I wouldn't want to be sardine flavors.

8. Punch clock sounds like how a wrestler, or maybe a Jackie Chan type person, does to prove they came into work.

The Story of the True of Heart (First Chapter)

First chapter to the first book I tried to write. Did you like it?

Ch.1

Three boys walked into the small antique shop one after another. Alex was the only reason Metallic stopped his car here instead of at the CD and video game place down the street.

When the boys made it through the door, each set off for a different destination. Matt set off for the book section of the shop. Metallic set off for the old record section of the store, Alex set off for the front desk.

When Alex got to the front desk, he rang the bell for the attendant. It took the attendant no longer than five seconds to get to the desk.

She was a short, gray haired lady.

She smiled at Alex and asked, “What can I do for you sweetie?”

Alex smiled back and said “I need something for a certain lady!”

She gestured for him to follow. He followed her to a booth with a lot of mom stuff. She walked off happy to help, but right as she passed him, he said “Not my mom, my girlfriend.”

Again she disappeared behind the stack of stuff. Alex was about to follow but she came back holding a box. She handed it to him and as he was about to thank her, she vanished behind the stack of stuff.

He opened the box, inside was a locket and chain made of beautiful silver. On the front of the locket was a Keyhole. He picked it up, running his fingers through the chain. He turned it over to see if the back was as pretty as the front. The back was engraved. The letters were very small but Alex could read it: The last clear jewel.

It was a strange inscription but Alex didn’t care, he was going to buy it anyway. Alex rummaged through the box, but there was no key in it. It

He decided that he would ask about it as soon as he found Matt and Metallic.

Alex walked around the store until he found Matt with his nose buried in a Shakespeare play. Alex tapped him on the back and Matt came out of the world of Romeo and Juliet. Matt walked straight past Alex to the cash register. Metallic was already standing by the cash register holding an Elvis record.

Alex could see an argument between Matt and Metallic coming. So he sat down in a chair and waited and sure enough Matt started an argument.

“Shakespeare is way better than Elvis.” Matt proclaimed. “Elvis is the king of rock.” Metallic said in threatening tone. Alex shook his head. Those two would argue over whether or not the sky was blue. Alex got up and ran to them before the argument escalated to a fight.

 “You weren’t even alive when they were. So stop arguing over which is better.” Matt and Metallic stopped arguing, because they saw how stupid the argument actually was. Seeing that he stopped a fight, Alex pushed both the boys out the door.

Then he turned to the small smiling lady. “So where’s the key to this locket?”

The lady stopped smiling. “Only the true of heart can open it. If someone opens it and they aren’t the true of heart, then the whole universe will fall into catastrophe!” Alex shivered as he paid for the locket and ran to Metallics car. He told Metallic and Matt what the lady had said, but neither believed him.

(Why is it all in bold?)

First Chapter of the Hybrid and the Princess

Tell me if it is worth telling?

Chapter One

The Beginning

Cantrell wasn’t your average vampire, actually to be brutally honest he wasn’t really a vampire at all. He was the sole bloodline of his species between a demon countess and the lord of vampires. His veins ran black with pure evil, and he was the prince of darkness. Yet he couldn’t bare being heartless, and cruel without reasonable mercy.

His parents weren’t about to raise anyone, not even a prince. Like any sensible parent would do, they ditched him when he was able to walk. Luckily as an infant, he was able to wander into the purest kingdom in the land. King K, a man who had only heroes, and heroines in his bloodline, ruled the land. King or not he was a little conceited, at times he called himself a pure heir to an unforgiving dark land.

The head guard of the castle, Anibis, found Cantrell just lying in the rain. Despite his instincts, and everyone around him Anibis raised Cantrell. The guard who was graying in his old age taught the young half-breed to be a decent man. Still Anibis was on the very edge of the cliff, and he was teetering back, and forth. King K didn’t want a dangerous being even close to the walls of his city.

In one last effort when Cantrell turned seventeen, Anibis struck a deal with King K. Cantrell would be given the job of watering the plants in the courtyard, and he could live in the shack that harbored the supplies to the garden. If Cantrell exhibited any violence towards anyone passing through, he would be beheaded. The deal was struck, and it sealed Cantrell’s fate.

Cantrell found solace in clipping flowers and watering flowers. It was as good a job as any. It didn’t pay in money, but it did feed him twice a day, which was pretty good treatment for anyone of his nature. The real payment was that every other day Princess Lunia would walk by caring her blue parasol. It cast a delicate black outline on her porcelain looking skin. Cantrell had a crush on her, but he knew he could never be with her.  

He was pushing his luck just by glancing at her. Every guard that wasn’t Anibis would take any excuse to kill him without hesitation with any excuse. Regardless he couldn’t look at her long. Well he could, but only if he would have liked his head floating in some random basket.

The job that he had to do wasn’t very tedious. All that had to be done, could be done in a few short hours. He would take the tin canister from the shack, run down to the creek, fill the tin, and hustle back without spilling a drop. It took only seven trips to water every flower without discrimination.

The most important of the flowers were the three bushes at the very back of the garden. There were two pure white bushes, and an impure one that stood between them. It had one black rose, a rose of incredibly raw dark power. It was said that once it was plucked it would infect its host, and turn them into the evilest creature to ever walk on Earth. That bush was only there to remind commoners how insignificant they were compared to King K.

On his best day Cantrell was trimming flowers. High noon rolled around, and the gates to the kingdom dropped down, and Princess Lunia walked out. She walked by without making eye contact, and she had rain falling from under her face. Cantrell had no remorse, or tear ducts so he couldn’t comprehend sadness or tears. He did know that something was wrong though.

Minutes passed by, and then Cantrell heard a scream. It was a voice that sounded familiar, one that he knew very well. It was indeed the voice of Princess Lunia. He rushed to her aide, he ran faster than any man had ever ran.

He appeared from the bushes, and saw the princess with a thorn in her hand lying on the ground. The thorn was from the black rose. Her veins were already beginning to turn to a shadow of her life with a tree of death painted on her arm. There were no guards within a close distance. Could he risk losing his head to save her? If he got caught he would most certainly die on the spot.

He pulled the thorn from her hand, and dragged his fingernail across his wrist creating a deep gash. His evil blood began to ooze out like a balloon full of tar. He held his hand above her mouth, and he dripped a single drop into her mouth. In a matter of seconds her other delicate white arm began to turn black only this time with his evil. His more dominant evil would fight the other lesser evil off, even if it were destroyed in the process. All he could do now was wait patiently, and hope his heritage was that of a fighter.

Only minutes later one of the guards appeared. At first he drew his sword to kill Cantrell for meddling with royal affairs, but then the guard settled down when he saw that she had plucked the rose. They both watched as Princess Lunia’s arms went back to their marble appearance. The guard tipped his hat to Cantrell.

“Regardless of your intentions, or your blood, I owe you a debt. You have saved the princess. I’m willing to bet that the king will be very happy to hear this. Maybe he’ll even grant you permission to enter the kingdom.” He paused to smile, and thank his dead grandfather for warning Cantrell of the danger. “You can take the day off if you so desire.” The guard carried the princess away, but she wasn’t completely healed. Neither of them noticed, but the tip of her pinkie finger was a solid shade of black.

Writing exercises! Ifs!

Sometimes, when you are writing you get yourself in a bind, like eighth grade me forced to show my work in math class.

Usually, it is pretty easy. Especially, when you look at it like a .

If Charlie can fly, then he can save everyone, but the volcano is erupting, so he has to go around it and save them with, fireproof umbrella.

If... exercises the original idea. Then Establishes how this idea can be applied. But applies the principles of conflict. So, is the solution to conflict. And allows for a secondary application of said solution.

Original Sentences

Ever thought, "Man, every single sentence possible has already been said?" Yeah right. I'll prove it.

Look Napolen, that French breadstick just became a pirate for the Prussian military by spanking a pig in a cowboy hat with a roll of quarters that looks vaguely like the legendary sword Excalibur if it were painted to look suspiciously, but accurately like a demon Dalmatian with octopus teeth.

Proved it.

Catchphrases!

Through my life, I have had many catchphrases! Let's see them!

Deal with it
Know what I'm sayin'
All that and a box of hats
Can you believe it!
It ain't illegal, yet
Looks like it is heating up
Take it, and tun with it
Boom!

Take these to the bank, and you will be so popular!

Wack Wednesday on a Someday!

I have an invention Idea! And it clearly isn't a serious one! I call it waterproof bread! This way you can eat a sandwich underwater. I'd explain how it works, but I have no idea how it would work. But I like the idea. Deal with that! Someone invent it!

Poetic: Sentencing

For your crimes of stealing
You can use this pole to be forever reeling.
You would totally wish
That there were fish
But in your desperation
You'll die of starvation
Or dehydration
Honestly, don't drink the water
Because it is hotter
Than the sun
Of a jalapeno bun
Made with habanero grain
Dont eat the fish, it'll cost you pain
this is just what fishing is
At least what fishing is to kids.

Sunday Sunday: Ranting and Raving

I don't usually use the internet, or notebooks, or anything other than people's ears as a mechanism to complain, but the day has truly come. I hate! No! I detest when a person using the concept of a whole freaking bunch as the word infinite. My reason is because infinite is not an amount. Infinite is like the world limitless. It is merely the concept of something being continual. Infinity means number go on passed a whole lot. Yet, it is not a measuremeant. There are not infinite choices ever, because there are only a certain amount there can be. For instance, it is literally impossible to gave infinite ice cream choices, because even if there are a lot of combinations we would devolve into moss covered rock and scorpion eye ice cream. See what I freaking mean?

Mystery of Burgah

I am the Mayo of Burgah Tahown
I am always around
We sew our clothes from chocolate silk
Make our cotton candy into quilts
You can buy them at the Farmer's Market
From the lady named Betty Crocket
Chez it maybe
It's gouda for your family
A punch, a dab of cherry
Meet the Berry
The man doing things for Citrus
He sells a sandwich
Wish for what you want
And good luck

James Bond of Glue

    A girl once said that I was like the boring Fruit Looks, which I thought to mean, was fruit loops that have no holes. Like fruit loops that are less like life preserves, and they are more like rafts. To fix this problem, I started to think that I was a secret spy. The Cheery spy with the code name Oh No No.
     "There's a mystery!" The Oranges yelled!
     "Where?" I screamed back.
     "Fridge," he said mysteriously.
     I ran to the fridge, threw it open, and I saw a problem. Someone had murdered my friend Milky. He had a hole in his head, and his white blood was all over his steel coffin. "Who did this?" I glanced over to the pickle gang. "Did you three do this to him?"
     "Why? Think we did it because we are pickles?"
     "Yes," I said confidently.
     "Yeah, thats fair." Bobby Pickle said. "But we didn't do it."
      I was left with mystery on my beat. Then I saw the milky footprints to the because crisper. Pete the Beet. I opened the crisper, and yanked Pete away from his cellar-y. "Pete! Did you kill Milky."
     Pete was silent, and I had to go back to my glass of milk and cookies. I guess this mystery will never be solved.

Not sentimental letter: Cherrios

Dear Cheerios,

Thank you so much for being the 'o's of cereal. Thanks for tasting like cardboard. I will admit, you taste quite a bit better with a half pound of sugar. If cereal was people, you would be the tragically normal tasting Fruit Loops. Like a guy who sells rugs, named James Bond.

Thanks,

Alex

Story with no 'o's

What is this? A tale that has missing letter? Three? Less
It can have anything, even the best
Where even is the missing letter?
Travel under the land
With a place called the band
Can anything make sense
When this is behind a circular fence?
Wash, repeat, RINSE
Pull the curtain up
Like a fly merged with the ceiling
What exactly is this feeling?
I see a letter wandering away.
The sky blinks, there it went
Like a message after it says sent
What next?
Wait and see?
The activity