neoclassicaldude

Ever realize that it's been a long time since you've visited like...an old playground, and now you're too tall for the monkey bars? That's something like what I'm going through right now.

As I click my typer, And as I lay on my back, I notice that I am not hyper, And I worry on this fact. Did I not get excited? Was I not filled with joy? Back when I used words like "Fighted" Back when I was a very young boy. I ponder for a second, I realize something grim, "You know," I begin to reckon, "I'm beginning to act like him!" I think back to my brother, And how he too forgot, The joy father and mother, convinced us that Christmas brought. "I don't want to lose it, I don't want to forget! I didn't even choose it", Or so I would bet. Truly I did still get excited, Just at a different time, This time it happened,

So yeah, it's been a bit since I made one of these. But the gist of my dream was that I had missed my bus. But it wasn't really MY bus, because I wasn't me. I was some other dude. I lived in a town that I don't know the name of so I'm calling it Lovelyville. The place was pretty much colored like Sesame street, it seems to fit. SO after missing the bus one of my friends, Megan, picks me up, along with one of my other friends who I haven't seen in a year or so. So somehow we end up in downtown Lovelyville and we see...the black chick who is Booth's boss on the T.V. show Bones. I'll never forget what she said, "You ever had Uncle Jim's pies? Th