  i don't know what to say, yet I feel I should be saying something. i want to play in the rain, but i have no playmate. words are my chosen medium. for words, really, do not exist. sure, there are markings on paper or symbols on a screen, but who owns a word?
you can't put a word in a jar. You can't smell a word or taste a word. Words are simply the keys. Triggers that cause reactions in your brain. words are not material. since i am lacking a playmate, tonights agenda: 1. put selected pieces of poetry up for the world to ravage. 2. become a creative genius. 3. deny the existence of the middle class. 4. to be announced. despise the judgmental. art. real? perhaps. civil? of course. 
