I'm sorry but I want to kiss you everytime you have something incredible to say.

The following is a series of nonsensical and seemingly unrelated stanzas which.. as a whole kind of suck. I tried to format them in a way that would be better but the publisher wouldn't let me. So you're stuck with this:

All week I've been thinking to myself:
"Self: I'd like to blog because my head feels so goddamned full."
It's so full I can't sleep at night.
I feel worn out.
I feel like that thirty year old copy of Cather in the Rye that's been handed out to one too many illiterate teenagers and all the pages are falling out and the cover's ripped in half so it only reads:
"The Ca
In Th
J.D. Sal"
and so many students have signed it out that a teacher had to staple a piece of lined paper into the cover so people have room to write their names and the first few pages are discoloured because someone left it out in the sun too long, all the pages are dogeared, the spine is broken and some kid vomited on pages 112/113.
That's what I feel like.

You know that feeling you get when you shouldn't enjoy something but you do and you hate yourself because of it?
The other day I heard someone say "No one can stand between you and your happiness."
Does that help?
Bullshit.
You'll learn not to feel entitled.

I think I have some kind of problem.
When I look in a mirror I spend ridiculous amounts of time staring into my eyes.
I never used to have this problem.
It's not a vanity thing.
I don't know what it is.
I cut this stanza out like five times but kept pasting it back in.

I'm your puppet
I'll learn to love it
And I'll undress if you need it
But please don't need it

Choose one:
Sanity & Closure
OR
The very unlikely possibility of happiness

Soundtrack to my life:
Crooked Teeth - Death Cab for Cutie
Merry Happy - Kate Nash
I'm Your Puppet - Gregory and the Hawk
Apology - Shane Koyczan

You're like the long lost vinyl of louis armstrong and I wanna plplplay you until it until it, I wanna plplplay you until ski until it until it skips.

As the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle states: "Nothing is foshizzle." And the interesting thing about that is it insures that the principle itself cannot be a fact.

I think that Shane Koyczan is a genious.

What would Jay-Z do?

Sometimes when I read something that I love
I wish I wrote it.
So I write it down somewhere personal like a notebook or a blog
So I can pretend I know what it's like to create something beautiful.
It's a good feeling.
I promise.

"Give me a reason to fall in love
Take my hand and let's dance
Give me a reason to make me smile
Cause I think I forgot how
I wanna fall asleep with you tonight
I wanna know that I am safe when you hold me tight
I wanna feel like I wanna feel forever
Girls need attention, and boys need us
So let's make everybody glad
That they have each other in each others arms
Oh let's make everybody glad

I want you.

I wanna dream away with you tonight
We can go anywhere you would like
I wanna feel how I wanna feel forever

I want you."

Like that.
That's probably plagiarism.
But I don't care
no one reads this anyways.

And sometimes I like to write in
short
repetitive
lines.
So I
can pretend
I'm artsy
and poetic.

Occasionally I from English type thing in the Japanese translator.
Then I do again to translate those in English.
Occasionally that the healthy profundity is deep in me making.

And sometimes I try too hard.