Yung uns

I will have you know that some of the most awesome people in the world are really old.
I routinely indulge...YES INDULGE.. in bizarrely vague as well as strictly systematic intellectual quirpy, irony-laced, skeptically hopeful, insightful, introspective, profound, extremely profound conversations with OLD PEOPLE. OLD People are AWESOME. I ditched my best-friends one time, to stay at their place to have a long inconsequential conversation with the grandfather. He was really cool okay... Better than a trip to the DVD store and garlic mayo fries. I mean...Can we rename old people as Rhetoric Machines....or ...Anecdote Treasure Chests.... Normal kids dream about their dream fantasy foot-ball team or Awesome Super-Rock Band... I want to hold a workshop. With a panel. And on that panel I want Umberto Eco, Chomsky, Anwar Maqsood and Zia Mohyeddin...and say something like..... "Satire...Discuss"......... *SITS BACKS WATCHES THE MAGIC*


Buttttt I doooonnntttt waaaannnnaaaaa turrrnnnnn 20!
Ugh...Man-child.


Danial keeps bugging me that I can't be a dinosaur.
Well fuck you guys!
It has already been established that on a blog, for me to definitively state that which I am is a lost cause.
But I realize that the non-egotistical side of my intellect, comes from a a very curious and blunt inner-child who broadens my perspective greeeeeeaaaaaaaatttttttlllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. 


Dear inner-child, I know I'm 19 years too late..But do you need some fudd? Oh...*poke* Goddamnit ...The box said food-for-thought was enough....


We were doing free-writes.
A couple of friends and me.
They are younger than me.
Yes I get along with younger people.
But I felt sooo old. For the first time. I mean, there is a limit to how much you can ride the mentor band-wagon. 


Fine so the idea was that you had to keep writing. Freely. And I was so slow on the uptake. And was so skeptical I was. Which I am usually not with poetry. But I was. It was this annoying persistent tick. A yearning for a system. I mean...FREE WRITE? What gives.
And there they were so full energy jumping around.
And I was searching awkwardly inside my head: I NEED a smoke, I wonder when my next Law class is, maybe I should wear socks!, If I rhyme this line I'll create the ABB structure which I do not want, what the hell?, Maybe holding a cat will inspire me!...


I mean....I put the Aneous in Spontaneous.....Or I used to...


And Contextual Literary Reference Plagiarism is something that bothers me!
I told them this.
*blank*
I will elaborate on this later... It has become quite common... I will explain this new phenomenon... But see?????? Stuff like this bothers me now. The extent of my previous oldness was calling stuff that other people liked overrated (which I have healed from and would like some appreciation).


But seriously! It is as though I have been growing older without  knowing it.
I do not age.... I procrastinate :(     
I mean life is fun, there is so much I wanted to have done by now...  


Hence the name change. Can't cling on to Adolescence anymore. But...


Bitch please, I will always be a dinosaur.
Rawr x)