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Nobody ever figures out who they are or what they want to become by the time they grow up. We just run out of time to ponder such matters.

Sushi Style Jinkmobile says: Love the protects. Flip that flop. Boxer shorts or underbriefs? Only the wise will taste better than lays. OI! WHO STOLE THAT CHICKEN!?!?!? CHICKENS FOR THE QUEEN! QUEEN! COOK! That's what manservants do... cook and queen. Super happy go-go dance, NOW! A Haiku.

Fuzzy cakes in the drawer
None love the old dead lemurs
Lips flap in the wind.

Hundreds of years ago during a war between Siam (Thailand) and Cambodia there was a particular warrior named Nai Khanom Dtom, The Black Prince. His skill in unarmed combat were phenomenal and he was reputed to be the greatest warrior in the world at his time. When the Cambodian king heard of this amazing warrior he ordered his spies to capture him and bring him to Cambodia, which they did. While imprisoned, Nai Khanom Dtom was made an offer by the king of Cambodia: fight, to the death, twelve of Cambodia's greatest warriors all in a row, without rest, and he would be set free and allowed safe passage through Cambodian territory. This offer, Nai Khanom Dtom accepted.

When the day of his battle arrive he was lead out into an arena where he met his first opponent whom he killed easily, his skill being underestimated by the Cambodian warrior. Although the fight were increasingly difficult, he always met with success. Eventually, after about 9 fights, the Cambodian crowd in the arena began cheering on Nai Khanom Dtom, awe struck by the fact that he had defeated 9 opponents in a row, without rest and still continued. His final three fights were successful as well and the king, true to his word, released Nai Khanom Dtom and allowed him safe passage back to Siam where he was celebrated as a hero. Still today, practitioners of Muay Thai dedicate one entire day to combat in honor of Nai Khanom Dtom.

Sitting here, so broken hearted
I came to crap but only farted.
Beads of sweat upon my face
I then turned toward His holy grace
Prayed for aid in my time of need
I prayed again and then I peed.

(It's stupid and immature but I can't help but laugh at it.)

you know you want to
and it's okay.
like the Soup d'jour
witH soUp of the day.
iT is just hoopdaboobaler

you don't Understand?
well let me helP
it's everything
Yet nOthing, yoU welp
When you're angry or want to sing

people use mucH slang
sO they differ.
have new ideas like
"salty as kippeRs"
they say you'rE crazy aS a pike.

So their feeble minds
don't compreHend.
be dissimilar
they won't be yoUr friends.
So what, say Hoopdaboobaler.

What they spit I keep in a glass bottle tainted black
They can't see and think it's fine so fill it more and more.
When it's full to the brim with bitter drink it's body begins to crack
The contents shown but still trying to hide as it drips onto the floor.

They see it slip through my fingers as I try to make it seem
Better so they ignore it still, they're a bunch of fakes
They shrug it off like it's in their minds or it's just my day dream
They selfishly still fill it too much and then the bottle breaks.

The shattered glass flies, the person closest is cut
My bloodied hands drenched and burned with the sour spill
Raving, ranting, lashing out will never stop this rut
Gather the glass and piece it together so everything's fine until
The bottle breaks.