Ok my Pointless Poetry:

Gazing up at the moon lit sky,
Always wondering if I could fly.
Many days worth of tries...
in the end it all dies.

[end of pointless poetry]

Ok my pointless Writing thing -short-

Malley walked up to the lady, not knowing anything about her. There were many harsh rumors about this peculiar lady; many of them were horror but Malley didn't believe them. She looked at the lady with calm eyes. The lady grinned, and Malley fell.


[end of pointless writing hting]


yeah