What Ise Ite

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
3 AM

Submitted: November 26, 2010

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Its three am. what does it matter. lost and all alone without capitilization, without meaning, without specifing which cliche is preferred.  haha these ramblings will do nothing but draw the harsh sting of criticism, needless and missing the point.  which is what you might ask but probably won't, because lets face it, you're burned out. it isn't interest that holds your attention here, its sheer boredom. you'll do this for the duration of your life.  watching movies, giggling at coupons, patiently waiting for that which you can't be sure of.  don't be depressed. it happens to all of us.  if there was a standard which we could measure up to, we would inevitably stray from it regardless of the consequences.  what am i writing? is this pointless. naturally. what is there to say that hasn't been written or read? nothing. is this a poem? no. you want a poem? why? to feel something? to try and believe something? to have a better day? to enhance your cynicism? what, my dear audience, or better yet, my dear author, my poor lost and confused boy, desire to gain from this meaningless frenzy? who are you trying to sway? why argue at all? why try to make a point? you want a conclusion, a finale, an epilogue, a curtain call, a credit roll, but you can't skip to the end. there isn't a build up here. no rising action, no falling action. just a laundry basket of rich cliches, waiting to be made useful.  this won't affect you. but hey. there was simply no other choice. ask the important questions. resolve the issue at hand. for the issue must be delved into from every possible possibility.  redundantly redundant? why yes, so thankful you were all paying attention.  oh you'd love me to be finished. your eyes drag on the page, hoping for a pop up ad, a singles ad, something that will get you to change your current course of action. but you won't. you're rooted in your ways. i won't preach. i'll ramble with a scoff. crazy cullen sex talk? please. you're pathetic. but so is 3 am when your lover is fast asleep and far away, unpeturbed by the world. sleep.


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