Loud, Poem, Whisper, Gum

[DISCLAIMER: Every post on this weblogblog is usually the product of some sort of academic endeavor gone sour. Really sour.]

Right now about 95% of my mental effort is being used to provoke my inner diolouge about whether or not Heather or Sam can hear the music I'm playing (BT) or not.

1. Probably not, because they would probably say something about it if they could.

2. They do, but they're really enjoying it and wishing I would turn it up louder.

The other 4% is counting the steps to the bathroom leaving the last 1% divided between writing this blog and writing two papers that are due when school starts Monday.

I'm a good time manager, but not the best brain manager.


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[A confused poem about unborn babies.]

Why do babies want to grow?

Especially when
tucked inside
a little tiny space.

How do they even breathe?

I can't begin to think
how much thats gotta stink.

When all you want do
is watch TV,
and maybe move your fingers
instead you have to listen
to your mom pee.

Upside down or right side up,
its all the same.
It just plain...
stinks.

Eating through your bellybutton
is quite bizarre.
I think.

Before I eat,
I thank the Lord
for the opprotunity
to eat through my mouth.

I feel for all those
unborn babies
who are forced
baby juice
through their belly button.

The umbilical chord.
Its like, the worlds
most advanced
straw.

Unfortunately they don't tell you
that no human being,

Except for your siblings,

Will ever be closer to your mother
than you. Physically.

Not in the good way.

And just when you think
its as bad as it could be,
well...
it gets worse.

After nine months
of solitary
confinement,

You get pooped out
by a screaming, sweaty, tired, woman.

This is the woman
that will be with you
throughout the duration
of this flight.

I don't know.

Putting "fit through
incredibly small
and uncomfortable place"

May not go on your resume.
I understand.

Just remember though,
if you can claw
your way out

Of a dirty dark
belly prison

You can do anything.

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Now that I think about it, the difference between a horse whisperer and a whispering horse is incredible.

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Gum: Something to really chew on.

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Okay thats quite enough.

Joshua William