Things that make my life average

- PeOpLe hU rITe LYk DiS

- My bad spelling

- Running out of hot water

- Res food

- Coffee creamer

- The designers of Daihatsu

- Miniture paper punches

- Green bananas

- Small televisions with no DSTV

The end, my friend

When something is gone, a void is created.
She fills this void with what she thinks she needs.
She really is just going to create
What she cannot handle


We are not friends any more.
She deems me not good enough.
A waste of time she says.
So was the time I was with her.

I have nothing to show for it.
Other than a pair of faded blue jeans
A bottle of contrived courage
And a string of metal links

This, my friend is the end

Every day we are screwed over
Every day we get out of bed
In the hope that that day
Will be the day that makes
All the pain and anguish worth while

Well, this be not that day.
This, my friend is the end

It's harder in real life

As you gaze
gaze upon the ways
you have done

You may come to find
it is not how they said
that justice is not blind

leave nothing there
save for the influence
of thought and deed

One may not need
the Knowledge
you have sown, and reaped

Some seed may land on rock
some among thorn
some shall grow tall

You will yield
what is not easy to deal
the seed that groweth into bloom in the field