Life sucks and Bush sucks and I can't write poetry for shit. Everyone else is so much better than I am, and all the homework is really heavy, and sometimes I can't even bear to open my notebook and look at what I wrote. It's pages and pages of things I don't want to think about, and blank pages I don't know how to fill. I just feel like my poetry is always the same, I want to do something different, something strange and beautiful and new.
Today I went to the Rally Against Bush, and it was really awesome. The Syracuse System Shakers were there, and so was Andy, the cute fiesty boy from my poetry class. That boy can argue with a brick wall, so long as a certain politician is drawn on it. ;-)
Well, I'm going to try and write last Tuesday's poem and go to bed. I think Manson will help me nicely, so...
Current Music: Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson
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