I don't even know what to write about; all I know is that the last entry needed changing. Not because life doesn't go on or anything. :-P It goes on that way and I go this way, while all the fluffy bunnies go their own way. Bunnies? Could they be symbolic or were they just thought up on the spot as a filler? Hmm...What I am attempting to get across are the facts, where they don't exist. It's like a glass of punch dribbling over the table onto the floor covered in confetti. The only way to make this better is an explosion of funk. Pimp it out, yo. The punch is good, but it's lost and forlorn. The party is over, but doesn't that just mean it's beginning somewhere else? You have to know where and when to strike. Like a cobra. *hiss* What the fuck am I talking about? I'm getting my thoughts out so I can diagnose them because >I< don't know what they mean. Sometimes they come out in poetry, but then...That's when I know what it all means. I doubt these thoughts would ever develop into successful poetry. Then again, maybe my doubts are all that keep me from creating art. What is the point of art if not to move someone? To move yourself? Well, I guess everyone wants to move someone different. Maybe some people don't actually want to move anyone...I would rather keep my thoughts to myself unless I think they would benefit someone else or benefit myself by affecting another. That's why I have so few artistic entries. What is this, though? I'm letting others see my unrefined thoughts when even I don't know what they mean? Couldn't that be dangerous? Ooh, but there's always a thrill in danger. Then again, why would it make sense to anyone else? Do people even want to read this? I wouldn't want to! I know if I were on someone's site, and this is all they had, I would happily never visit again! This journal entry is like a bug light or something. I will probably enter a new one just to get rid of this one soon enough. Not that anyone will stick around to see that. :-P Good day, whoever read this! Weirdos...