Guess who's back .. back again ..

[Tallok]

Hi Jester. How are you doing?

Tallok, are the poems good?

yes, very good, I picked them, and the poet, so I'd hope so. They're amazing poems, I just don't have that much time to write the essay, otherwise I'd be less unhappy about writing it. At least I get to read good poetry

 

[the Jester]

Doing all right, thanks.

Had an extra-long day at work- from about 7:30 am to just before 9 pm. Egggh.

Ah well, the money's good.

 

[Tallok]

that's too bad...the long day that is. At least you're "all right" just like me, sort of.... I'm not exactly going to explain that though, it's way too complicated, although I don't know if all right describes me now... much the less the rest of the time for that matter.

 

[Tallok]

I'm actually really tweaky right now, odd poetry, stranger music, and detachment from other things. very twitchy, very very ADD right now

 

[Steve Jung]

Doing all right, thanks.

Had an extra-long day at work- from about 7:30 am to just before 9 pm. Egggh.

Ah well, the money's good.

Yes. Money is good. Very good, indeed.

I'm actually really tweaky right now, odd poetry, stranger music, and detachment from other things. very twitchy, very very ADD right now

That's too bad. Hope the mood passes soon.

 

[Maldur]

Morning everyone!

I want a nice and classic Hivemind day today.

Keep me awake peoples !!

 

[Tallok]

very tweaky, music attached, like big cord to twitchiness, and emotion, so yea, abit odd right now...

 

[Maldur]

Mate thats even worse than I was doing yesterday.

You being twichy means schools back on ?right?

 

[Tallok]

Mate thats even worse than I was doing yesterday.

You being twichy means schools back on ?right?

yea, it's only sort of related, I'm really losing it though I think...nutty I am

 

[Tallok]

This is a poem I wrote:
Twitch



I’ve lost it now

my mind

it's going

going

running away with my sanity

leaving shreds of sanity,

chaining me to my music

with a big cosmic cord

my emotions rising and falling

in time to the music.

Twitching, twitching, twitching

incoherently, I babble on

disregarding the stares of my ears and eyes

as my mind streaks past screaming

words of advice

and insanity.