The dynamics of change

Got this sudden urge to try a mobile post. So this will be somewhat of a test post. As for the title, The Dynamics of Change, wel that was something right out of the realms of a mental gutter. But i'l get to that later.

so im not at all sure how this thing is goin to look once its posted. Spending a rather quiet saturday lolling around in bed. Bit of a rough one last night. How about a bit of spontaneous poetry then?

he sat
he clapped
the show starts.
The little people
dressed in black
in a snowy field
its a midwinter
witches' bath.
Its a farce
but the real thing
is not so different
and not so far away.
So they dance
wanting to be demons
but their blood might boil
if they knew what hell felt like.

Er. No idea where that came from. Sometimes i scare me. Neways hope all of yall r havin a wonderful saturday, I need to sort of start studying soon though.

On the note of change though, im sighing heavily because it seems that my days as a beach boy are numbered. And that number's gettin smaller by the day:S cheers.

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