Once I went on a camp for a week and met someone there who had the same birthday as me, and looked almost creepily similar to one of my friends. Well, two of my friends, they're identical twins but I'm fairly sure they aren't triplets...
You can call me a geek, You can call me a freak, But if you do, I'll kick you into next week.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ― Sylvia Plath
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins
