Thursday, November 03, 2005

stumbled upon a poem last night. this is the first stanza. the last line amused me.

A happy vicar I might have been
Two hundred years ago
To preach upon eternal doom
And watch my walnuts grow;

the way the system works is actually pretty interesting. people are willing to pay to listen to a guy talk about walnuts (not necessarily his) growing. i'm guessing that the poet had just begun puberty. but like, HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO WRITE ABOUT WALNUTS GROWING? i want to be a poet. and have people give me many money to talk about the (not my,) walnuts growing. and if they ever get bored hearing about walnuts, then i can just switch to peanuts or cup noodles and still make myself flithy rich and rich in filth. POOF!

HI JILL! hahahahahahaha!! no one will ever suspect man.. haha this is so scandalous.. LOVE YOU!