Random rambleins´, crackin eggz for the scramblein´

Random rambleins´, crackin eggz for the scramblein´

And just to clearify for some, THIS IS A POEM.

Feel me-or don´t feel me on this one:


A blank page, my virtual canvas.
Holding up my left hand.
Poising a pallet on my thumb, supporting it with my index finger.
I speak.
My left hand and it´s digits, grips frimly around my thought conveyer.
A few deftly executed strokes with the sobel hair brush,
and I´ve colored my thoughts with my perception of reality.

(what now seems so effortless, wasn´t always so).

Ha! I enjoy a momentary sense of being content. over having overcome the eardeafening taunts,
the insults, and the intimidations. Perpertrated by the afore mentioned canvas.

But ofcourse, this was BEFORE we ran out of verbal arguments,
and analythical reasoning of each others claims..lol.

And after that, things escalated rather rapidly and went from worse to even worse..
A fierce struggle indeed. And had pride been the only reason for our
feud, we would probably have caused less harm to eachother..

But so much more than pride was at stake.
And we each respectively harboured the relentless conviction, that "we" were the imminent victors.
And this allowed for a complete and total absense of restraint or rational arguing.
We basically got into the "scvabble" of the century.
Leaving us both more than a little sore and wearing more bruises than either of one us would ever care to remember.

...but I got a verse out of it in the end..

UPPIN.