The Impulse

m- yo, man you come here lots?
h- not really just the past few weeks.
m- why's that?
h- well my friends rather fancy this place.
m- ya i guess it is pretty good.
m- kind of boring sometimes though..
h- ya, true but if you decided to make it fun it can be!
m- i see what your saying, but the girls!
h- what about em'?
m- some days there are lots and some days there are none.
m- know what i mean?
h- ya ya i guess you just gotta choose the right days to come.
m- mmhm well i'm off to go spike the punch so see ya!
h- late! see you around.

Bad Poetry

The Love I Have For eee

O, how I love thee,
As I sit apon my tree,
I think of you, me, and the sea,
I wish you could see what I see,
Up apon this tall tall tree,
But now I must climb down for I must pee,
For you to see what I see is all that I nee'
I want it to just be you and me,
For that is how it can be,
Just you and me,
Just you and me.