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I wanna eat a dim sum.

Hey, let me introduce me,
well you see
i'm this guy,
straight not bi
and i dun really lie
so indeed straight not bi.
I am strange i guess
altho i don't know why confess
somethin like this on a blog
like i said strange i guess,
n a bit of a slob
my room is a mess
i been told even a dog
cleans his space before sleep
should that be reason to weep?
Cuz i dun manage to keep
my room habitable
but that is not the point
but when have i been able
to stick to the point?
But that is not the point.

What i did want to say
was i'm a bit strange
no not really deranged
but strange in the sense
in matters of the heart
i think with my brain
n where brain is involved
i think with my heart

this is just extrapolation
basically i can't study when i don't feel like it
and since i am shit,
i frame it as somethin big
like how m feelings driven
in matters of the head
and then i sit on the bed
and contrast it with the fact
that i review my behaviour
and acquaintance with ppl
so i must be usin my head,
in matters of the heart?

This poem is a fart.
I think so cool is bart
the guy in the simpsons,
i wanna eat a dim sum.
This sounds like a nursery rhyme.
I'm runnin out of time.
So bye.
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blog.sahil.me said…
"In matters of the heart
I think with my brain
And where brain is involved
I think with my heart."

Love those lines.
1/17/10, 11:28 PM
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