You are a really awesome rock.

You are a really interestingly shaped rock

In a field of really boring rocks.

And who says a rock can't be beautiful.

I mean.

Look at you.

You are a beautiful rock.

Every other rock is the same.

Sometimes they are smooth 

sometimes they are rough

But there are only a few different kinds of rocks.

As a result, most of the rocks are the same. 

and therefore 

really

really

boring.

Even the rubies

and the sapphires 

and the emeralds 

start to get boring after a while.

because everyone loves them 

and everyone says they are beautiful.

frankly,

they are kind of overrated.

But you don't fit into either 

of the latter categories.

If I where a geologist you would intrest me greatly.

hah.

Who am I kidding. 

you intrest me greatly already.

You are not like all the other rocks
You have cracks
and flaws
and spots
But you are still

the most beautiful rock

in a field of really boring rocks.

and in a field of quite beautiful rocks, for that matter.

so that must count for something.

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Friends or Whatever.

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A Secret

I fancy myself an honest man, despite my little secrets and white lies. But there is one thing only two people know. One unintentionally. I ache to ponder what you would do or think if you found out. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, least of all you. I hope the marks dont give it away.

A Secret

I fancy myself an honest man, despite my little secrets and white lies. But there is one thing only two people know. One unintentionally. I ache to ponder what you would do or think if you found out. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, least of all you. I hope the marks dont give it away.

In Limbo

Do you ever have those moments where you realize you have just been staring at the wall for the past five minutes and you think "What the fuck am I doing?" That has been happening far too often lately.

I don't know what to think. I am emotionally tired. I am confused. But in only a matter of minutes nothing will matter and I will feel like I have everything sorted out and I can do anything I want. I will feel like I am loved and popular, but right now I know that's not true. Conditioning is a bitch. No one can flatter me because I know none of it is true. I am starting to think everyone who ever cared about me is just not giving a shit about me any more. I feel so empty.

Please come and help me build my humble abode.

My Vacant Lot

I once had a vacant lot. It had a decent view, but other than that it was pretty plane. Kind of boring. It needed something. Then I decided that we would build a house there. My plans where wild and extravagant. A marble and gold mansion with royal red carpets, ice sculptures, a pool out back, a fountain in the center of a beautiful garden. A palace that would put the Taj Mahal to shame. We began construction on this magnificent abode, following my plans perfectly, but when I was putting on my finishing touches something odd happened. They stopped building. The had just turned away and walked off, distracted by other tasks. I still needed help, I couldn't maintain this place by myself. I wondered why they would just quit like that. I needed to know, so I questioned them. They responded with a wreaking ball. The meticulously carved granite sculptures turned to dust. 30" tall stain glass windows shattered and fell to the ground. The water in the fountain became dirty and murky. The palace was destroyed. I put my tearful eyes upon the ruins of my our once magnificent home. I turned to them and asked them why they would do such a thing. They shrugged. They just didn't feel like working on it anymore. I have been clearing my vacant lot since then, without their help. Every now and again I will look at the scarred land and think about the glorious monument that had once been erected. There isn't much rubble left, a few gargoyles' heads, a few dead flowers and weeds. But the grass doesn't grow there anymore, and the remains of the fountain still spray the occasional spurt of thick, muddy water. I hope for someone to come and rebuild a home with me. Perhaps they will return and make amends. Regardless, I will start with something much more humble.