bitches

so most of you guys dont ever update anymore, so if you note, you have been removed from the links section....also you suck

sonnet

so me and adam (parison type) were discussing essays we wrote freshman year, not serious essays, historical satires. on my jounrey to rediscover mine, i found a sonnet i also wrote freshman year, and so im goanna post that cause i cant find my essay down here aqnd i dont feel like looking in my room.

When I fly around on my wings of steel
I always feel free like the great bird of prey
The thrill of the speed, I can't even feel
the pain of the hits. I'm just here to play

The droplets of sweat rolling down my face
The agony of a crushing check
I am a competitor in this race
Where the opponents trip, slash, and deck

This sport, no no sport, its a religion
An early morning ritual for this
player. The cold rink an infusion
of chills into my awakening senses

For this lonely hockey player; hockey
is life, the rest is just details.

i thought it was pretty good, seeing it again for the first time since freshman year, cept for the second stanza, ill hafta work on that