(I was on a streak of writing posts, althought not publishing any of them, and this was number 6 or something in the streak, which ended right after this one, and was probably the greatest post streak I’ll ever have in my life.)
I’ve kept the streak alive. I’ll continue to do so.
All I have to do is write something, of any length, about anything at all.
What I would like to write about.. is emotional contagion. This is something I’ve been thinking about. At least, that’s what I’m saying I want to write about. Is that really what I want to write about?
Maybe, no.
I am tired.
Well, it’s been a good streak.
That I’m keeping alive, with this little writing here.
Write a little, write a lot, it’s all the same to me,
but write not a little bit at all and the book will never be
Type a little, type a lot,
tip tap type away
You never know if you will live
To type another day
some things are red
some things are blue
some things are green and grey
I’ve seen so many colors before
But my favorite, I cannot say
(it’s purple)
money money money
it makes the world go ’round
is having too much a problem?
that problem I haven’t found
dolphins swim
dolphins jump
dolphins dance and play
dolphins come and splish and splash,
and then they go away
horses horses horses
horses make me sad
they make me think about the things
that I have never had
People think I have a cat, but the cat doesn’t matter to me
I only keep the cat around because I have a flea
Chocolate is as chocolate does
Chocolate does alright
Strawberries do as strawberries did
Strawberries do it nice
Vanilla was as vanilla is
Vanilla always will be
But Pistachio is the flavor for me
As it always has been
HAKUMUSU 