ever so adamantly you pull out that smile
and place it upon your ill-sunken face.
true happiness has sunken in titanic proportions.


a little haiku of sorts there for your kind consideration. it is a little project i had concocted to keep my mind off my ringing headache. the original intention was that i work the hours that would entitle me what little money they had placed on the platter. but my plans had fallen through into abysmal depths of disappointment. and the clock now shows that time has fallen into its early mornings. i am still seated in this upright position trying to knead this post into right shape. it seems that my thoughts are in a jumble of high inspirations. spinning and spinning, tumbling and tumbling. till it lets out a sharp ping! so thus it does signify that whatever filthy shit that is inside is cleaned through and through. then i lay out my clean laundry for all to view. its a little like washing your dirty laundry in public, but not quite. my lids seems to be heavy. tis' time to post piping words for all to view. i shall recede into the pages of vanity fair till i stumble into sleep.