Your Fire Starter

I never thought I’d be the one
With matchstick fingers
And a breath of kerosene
Yet, here I am, your fire starter

Poetry By Me, Entry #Uno

So, here's the first poem of mine that I'm allowing folks to lay their eyes upon here. It's by no means my first poem; I selected it at random.

"Entropy of the Soul"

A poet's soul
Is not without movement
A poem of the soul
Is not without movement
This is why, at times,
It becomes lost
This is why, at times,
It loses composure
In a state so dynamic,
How can it not but
Become entropic, at times?

The Ever-Daunting Dead Week *Finals Looming*

Yes, it's true. It has actually been true for five days. Classes are over for this semester. I'm in the PCL right now, flanked by numerous volumes of Bangladesh Bank Bulletins (O_o). I'm about to get back to studying for my four final exams, each having it's own unique scent of doom that fills my nostrils every time I open a book, read notes, step inside a building, step outside a building, scratch my head, sit on a toilet, or breath. . . . Basically, I'm going to be setting a personal best for number of times spent headdesking. I'll try stuffing my nose with Kleenex, but that will likely be for naught.

All I have left to say is WHEEEEE!!!!!

Song of the Moment - "I Don't Wanna Grow Up" by Tom Waits

Dude is my hero. A straight up G.

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I dont wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
Thats always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up

I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

A Certain Lightheadedness . . .

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"Saturday Morning Watchmen"

I'm sure most people have already forgone the Watchmen hype, but I just found this cartoon parody of the comic on youtube and it's hilarious. Hey, I have to start with something, why not a youtube video? Enjoy!

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