How long has it been since I put pen to paper? Not long enough to forget the scratching sound. I thought that art died out with chivalry. I have problems putting letters in their rightful place. When I was young I thought my life would be filled with magic. Now when I open my hand all I find are magic beans with no stalks. Remember when we were us? I do. I think he has forgotten. Replaced old memories with new. Do you think god gets bored with all that power? Do you think he created us because he was lonely? you know what I think? Bean stalks when all we needed were cows. Used tissues are revolting. But once they were all you needed.
