before my morning tea....things like this happen.......

from jay to z

the mind must be set free

in a chair thoughts floating around

the butterfly flew away

before that day

the butterfly was a god damn worm....

words from within begging for commitment

each time like a sin

to be written or said out loud

the curse of the unknown my burden to carry

heavy it is.....the weight consumes....but the light minded wander free

mockingly

@DanWarp

Dan Schneider

before i begin i would like you to know that i did read this on your website:

 

 

"Please don't ask me to give you a job or help you find one.  I'd love to help everyone but I can't.  I'm here to entertain you, not give or find you a job. "

but for some reason i lost at least an hour of sleep last night, thinking....creatively i suppose, here it is....oh and you spelled whoa incorrectly on the website, but i've done it before as well....i'm sure no one else noticed.....

i was thinking about the character Spencer and how you could pull off a very young seinfeld type of existence for him.....i wanted the character to assume a job as a theater actor, and to consult his friend Sikowitz almost daily about his stage presence or whatever......

the show would need to stay aimed at the younger viewers, so there would have to be more going on.....like a producer's kids or something and their daily activities.....

i did come up with more ideas for episodes of this show that i imagined in my head.....

any who......like i said i understand you are here to entertain, but if for any reason you feel i can help with that in the slightest let me know thanks.....

if nothing else......then whoa could be corrected unless you did it intentionally? will you at least reply to this query?

Carol Cuomo @cclewia

 

the tenement queen........

my grandmother couldn't much live with a septic system, but it was the closest thing to the life i needed growing up, that rented farm house, and the small kitchen, where she swatted at that kid that wasn't hers for the first time.  i never knew grass could be that green, but that life was rented and they didn't stay long, back to the public water supply, back to where they came from, some would say where they belonged.  but she was a queen even though her crown was fashioned out of hair rollers.  she lived her whole life dwelling with others, more of her kind, the wisest of what this life has to offer, only stuck a bit, like the mortar that filled the bricks on some of those buildings.  i imagined a different life for her, i always have, and here i am without the crown of rollers, but attempting to drink from a well and live a better life, or just a different one, all i know is i'll never change, because i don't really have to, and she taught me that.