I just saw a pointless blog entry by my brother, and thought that i'd add another pointless blog entry to this mess we as a society call the world wide web aka the internet. so here goes nothing...
a poem about how we are nothing by ourselves.
The Anomaly of the Self, by Matthew Fitch, esquire and novice brew maker.
The self is nothing by itself
unkempt and humbled on the shelf
the self is nothing without health
weak and worn, it hath no wealth:
of ethereal joy
of magnificent purpose
of anything significant beneath the surface
The self is empty by itself
a jar nothing on the shelf
a lake with no fish
a star with no wish
the self is dead all by itself
fin
oh yeah, my roommate and and I brewed our first batch of beer today. Its called "TBS 01"
we hope it turns out...
PEACE
-M
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