I'm immature

Now don't get me wrong..  I know I am.. in most things.. I laugh at poop humor and love push-pops..  but I'm a decent enough fella...  I'm the sort to not hold back from giving an apology when one is deserved or to even acquiesce one when it isn't.

I'm "that" guy.

That being said..  allow me to offer you a recent series of events that happened in my life.. in their most base form.

Boy meets Girl
Boy likes Girl
Girl likes Boy
Girl lies to Boy
Boy is upset
Girl gives promise to Boy
Boy forgives Girl
Boy again likes Girl
Girl again lies to Boy
Boy again becomes upset
Girl pleads with Boy
Girl gives promises to Boy
Boy forgives Girl
Boy loves Girl
Girl ONCE AGAIN lies to Boy
Boy begins to notice the pattern
Boy walks away from Girl
Girl pleads with Boy
Boy isn't having it anymore
Girl says to Boy;

"You are being pretty immature. I have apologized over and over again. I said I'd do anything to gain your trust again. But you just want to be stubborn and give up on us.. You claimed to love me. Well, I don't think you ever loved me... Not if you could put me down so easily."

Boy sure could use a Push Pop now.

I prefer strawberry

My blog title is due to my jelly.

Get it?   Not just yet, but you will.. 

I wish i knew how to write.  I mean, other than the spelling part, cuz i got that down..   (caps and grammar too)

its just that i  have a couple of friends that vomit thought to paper.. seemlessly, effortlessly,and  annoyingly ohso well!  ... Whatever the fuck. It happens and i'm jealous.  I've never told them as much.. but its true.

I wish i knew how to write like that.

Why do I gravitate to people who rule?  It sucks so much for me to see them so effortlessly put their words visible. Their good words, words better than what I could ever come up with.

If they ever tell me that they just write and post minus review and editing..  I will kill myself.  I mean, seriously..  

Thats just too good to be natural... 

I read certain lines written and repeat them to myself... OMFG!

Brilliance!

Whatever the fuck.. im more present than I am permanent.. im quick to give a snarky response or a quick joke.. its true.. Jeopardy challenge me on art or poetry, i dare you.

I will win.  No one can outschool me on the likes of Whitman, Gogh, Nerudo, Hughes, Davis, Breton, Vandross, etc, etc.. 

But on original thought.. and prose.. and something said that will last a lifetime..  I bow before you.

You can write really gud.

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Blogs be a-crumblin (please sing along)

The tide is high
I've never been so low
You got room to grow

You can never look up
You can't ever look down
You get kicked around

But They built it with sand
And They built it with rock
They built it with all of the
Things that I'm not
And I watch from the hill
As it burns to the ground
I can still see the smoke
From my train out of town

Everything They blog is breaking down
Everything They blog is breaking down

I close my eyes
Scared of what I saw
Are you mad at all?
Been an open book
Been a slamming door
Apple of the trojan war

But They built it with sand
And They built it with rock
They built it with all of the
Things that I'm not
And I watch from the hill
As it burns to the ground
I can still see the smoke
From my train out of town

Everything They blog is breaking down
Everything They blog is breaking down

Drink a little bit
Dance a little bit
Take a chance
I lose it all
I have no remorse no regrets
When I'm hanging from
This seventeenth floor

The tide is high
Never been so low
You got room to grow

Everything They blog is breaking down
Everything They blog is breaking down

P.S. If tumblr goes away I am murdering EVERYBODY!