The Revolution of Creativity

CL

I am trying my best to fulfill my promise of daily poetry, but I find it difficult, as humanity is so distracting.  How am I to find creativity inside of my blood if I have to deal with absurd things such as rent, healthcare, and other people in general.

Because of this I have made decisive action to artistically separate myself from society by obscuring my identity.  I have done this with magic.  Magic that is also hair dye.  Which is white. My hair is kind of white.

I say kind of because there is a yellow tint to it, but still, I am no longer the little red head boy who drags people into the abyss.  I am now the little blonde boy who drags people into the abyss.  And for a time this will allow me to be more creative. Or at least that’s what I gather.

Another part of this rebellion was the hilarity of extreme living in the BYU lands.  As you well know I have retreated back to valley lands after a brief repose at my namesake’s household, and I have found the new land to be quite satisfying for Provo.

First I would like to mention my new roommates.  They are named someone and someone else.  I will refer to them thusly because despite living here for almost a week, I have run into someone twice, and someone else only once.  In fact, by my second day in the apartment there were eviction notices for both men and I thought that I would happily have a whole 4-bedroom apartment to do with what ever I wish.  This would mean a lot of meat racks.  In every room.  So much meat. And yet, my dreams will have to wait, they reside there still.

I will try to update you on the mystery of someone and someone else, but it isn’t very likely.  Someone else seems to never be home and someone is quite the recluse and stays in his room nearly as much as I do!  It doesn’t help that I have no intention what so ever of making friends with them because I’m trying to be moodier, especially now that my hair is all whitey-like.

As a slight adjustment to the poem deal, I’ve decided to leave you with a lyric I’ve penned.  As you know, this is a major part of my career so I take great pride in this.

Beauty Is, Am I

I am something so unique
I am knowing best of speak
I crawl better under space
I am feeling no embrace
I fall gently in-between
I cut holes in movie screen
But always, yes
You must see
That I am yes
In over we!

CHORUS
You can’t be
More Beautiful than me
I am better always
And am free
So kiss my toes
And all my feet
And breathe the air
I expel and be
Beneath and in worship
Of all that is me

Ahhh Ahhh ah ah

you know nothing, you feel sick
I love making good Nesquick
I am more than centipede
I am beauty more than bleed
Sing no noisy in backyard
You must wear my Leotard

Churus
Chorus
~Fin~

I know what you are thinking.  BRILLIANCE!  Just wait till you hear it recorded and repeatedly covered by every band that has ever been on the charts.

Look Lively

S. Bat