I'm waiting for myself to tell me what my first thought on my squeaky clean blog will be. I have basically had writer's block from the moment I graduated college, aside from a few cheesy songs and really random poems. Like this one:
The hallway filled this broken
teetering journey
some say he waited too long
for the banjo
but i know his moment
of porous melodies
would only last as long
as his belch.
I think I was writing about Aaron. I'm not really sure.
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