Taking A Poll...

This is directly for you, dear readers, "so jump on in shout it out!" Or some other stupid enthusiastic phrase of the sorts.

What do you read or enjoy more: the poetry, the journals, or the music? Let me know. If you don't know how, I'll let you in on a little secret: there's a comment icon at the bottom of this entry, with your name on it, I swear. I apologize for being an arshole; it happens. Come on... Who are you St. Louis? Which is it in ol' St. Cloud? Even here in heavenly Joplin? Tell me hello. Tell me whats going on. Tell me I suck, for christs sake. Although... it is rather entertaining pretending that my words simply fly off into cyberspace and random people can read them, but I should never know. Well folks, I cheated the system for I have known the entire time. There's no getting around it, you have to comment.

There may be a time for lethargy, but it is not here, my friends. This is the Mother of Invention; a phrase completely contradictory to inaction.

Seriously, I love you guys and gals. Thanks for reading, for whatever reason. Special thanks to those that keep coming back, even if it is only to reaffirm your beliefs of my being certifiably insane.

-C