I have my moments….
…I just need to write them down. Conversing with my friend Jon, telling him how good his latest poem is, I mentioned how I had some pretty devent literature in this green notebook I had before the fire destroyed it. The shame of it all, was that I never typed any of it, lest someone would steal it. But seriously, isn’t that the best form of flattery? Anyway, saying that, something popped in my head…
Maybe some shit should only be said once, only be heard once, for their mere greatness will never be the same when diluted by the progressive process of retelling
I’m proud of that, because I do have my moments, but now I’m going to write them down. Imagine how the world could change, if you just had a notebook ready, to write down that revolutionary piece of art, of a word born…
Granted, you don’t NEED a notebook, ink is perfectly usable on human skin…
Dude, don’t move…the whole future of civilization depends on how well this pen writes on you…
The term Wordsmith is probably coined elsewhere, I’m too lazy right now to look it up… But as one I should have the right to determine my own title, right?
