DAY 27 — Poetic
I go to sleep by playing music usually.
However, I spent the last two days listening to poems for no reason.
To tell the truth, I dislike poems, just a personal opinion, not saying they are bad.
I have friends and stuff who do writing and stuff.
(Now that I have pacified poetry fans, let me rant.)
They seem too vague to me. Might explain why I prefer stories much moreeeeeee/e/e/e/eee/e/e/e/e/e/ee/e/e/e/e/ee/ee/ee/ee/e/e/e/e/e/e/e/e/e/e/e/ee/e/egjkew to ntbpo n wolfn oswjfn oweir bjgjugnio iofjvj so ivbnsop n e;gvj nswop jr kwotn pwn fikg dfk njgj ps pwkr0pbk nwolfj fksirnm pe orslvk epo rk rrpgmrmmgmgmmgketgrggtg.
I was listening to music and Cheerleader by OMI came on. The beat is addictive so I just began to tap away at the keyboard. It’s so satisfying.
You guys should try that.
Take out your laptop, pop some good music and tap away.
(Don’t you dare to text me saying you guys aren’t jobless.)
Where was I?
Listening to them is a whole different vibe. The words are so smooth, much more than some of my friends are at talking, which isn’t really much but I am keeping that there cause I find it hilarious and slightly offensive.
But listening to poems, man, so good. Robert Frost “Birches” was one that I heard yesterday. I disliked the concept of audiobooks but poetry narration is so absorbing that I might actually consider that.
Voices are just so powerful and rich.
Morgan Freeman, Helen Mirren, Mathew McConaughey, Catherine Zeta-Jones, and so many more.
It’s pleasure to pop on a pair of earphones and listen to their voices in my head.
Why do I keep saying pop?
Pop poppity poppity pop.
I forgot, add Stephen Fry to that list as well.
Anyway, that concludes today’s session of madness.
Come again tomorrow for another dose.
Oh, by the way, just to get a clear idea of who reads this stuff, do you mind texting me a ‘Hey!’ once you are done?
Lemme sleep now.
Will probably have to bury a dead rat tomorrow as well.