After attending the recent poetry slam I found myself making a bit of poetry just for fun. And hey who knows I may just be a sacrificial poet at the next one.

I don't have a title for it I think I'll probably go with something ironic like Happy hour or DDS or food for thought. I don't know yet

I want to watch the world burn,
and I have access to lots of chemicals.
I want to watch the world burn,
and they let me play with Isotopes.
I want to watch the world burn,
and I can mutate bacteria.
I want to watch the world burn,
and I have a college education.
I want to watch the world burn,
and I'm going to be a Dentist.

Just how many knives is too many? I caught myself asking that question today when I wished I had another, one easily reachable even If I were sitting down buckled up in my car. Somewhere just inside the left breast of my coat. Now many people would say that anymore than one bladed tool upon your person at any one time is too many. I say nay, If theres a place where I can carry a bladed tool I damn well better be carrying one. To my shame as I say this I have but a meager seven blades upon me. One tucked in my boxers one in the buckle of my belt, another in the pocket of my coat and one in the pocket of my pants. And I have another two stashed away in my wallet for a rainy day. I feel as though I should have a few more. Maybe ten is a nice round number, I could live with that. Maybe 11.......................

short and simple

Update: 1-shit what day is it-06

School will be a mix of total boredome and manic confusion.

Love life will be a mix of total confusion and terrible sadness.

Social life will be a mix of good times and stick fights.

more to come.