the question remains, I still do not know
amidst the unfairness and confusion
the answer is there but I cannot find it.
I refuse to.

It is already late, time cannot fix all
but perhaps it may help find some feeling
that was locked up and forgotten
but the key.

Happiness is saccarin, when God is forgotten
If one loves but cannot remember to
what is thou but a wet dirty sticker
Give me the key.


wet dirty sticker=spawn of satan with dirty wet stickers all over them


so this is my failed attempt to write a poem.
i hope its too chim to understand but i doubt so.
i had no purpose...no style no chimness no meaning.
and its too late.. my internet may be taken away from me any moment.
so i cant think to complicatedly.

it sucks.



When I find myself in times of trouble,
mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom,
let it be.

And in my hour of darkness she is
standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom,
let it be.

Let it be,
let it be,
let it be,
let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom,
let it be.

And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer,
let it be.

For though they may be parted
there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer.
let it be.

Let it be,
let it be,

..... And when the night is cloudy,
there is still a light,
that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow,
let it be.

I wake up to the sound of music,
mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....

Let me be.

Hur Hur.
1:00 AM