Freewrite

My voice is back to the blog.
Spencer, that's me. Hi everybody. It's different talking so plainly when you think so flowery.
Nah mean.
Anyways, I guess this blog's come a long way since I started.
I've gathered a lot of my thoughts on this thing.
Albethem playful thoughts, there's nothing like writing poetry.
The try to connect any word to any other is a healthy practice. I think at least.
Numbers aren't as fun. Geometry and economic trends are quite interesting.
But none come close to words. Words are far more troublesome!
Once you find some poetry write it down.
Even if it sounds wrong. Power through. You must make many mistakes, too.
If ever I successfully pass on knowledge the word has said to me and can say I ever taught someone something someday I'm telling you all right now... Write down the good shit.
And only the thinkers know what that is. That's why you scrit it first and explain it later.
One of the most important bits of wisdom I picked up in college was
How do you
know what you
think till you
see what you
say?
...
...write it down is right, my friends.
Write it down.
It's like, "tell me I'm wrong!"
Pun intended.
Speaking of which, before I go, I'll share one of my bit of poetry that I wrote tonight.
It goes
The trot I plot on
the spot aint got me
even to the state of
mind where I can say that
I've taught all that I've brought
to the web shaped whirlpool
a circumferential blot
from my conf'rence table spot.
The end.
PostScript
I was going admit earlier and speak to some of the context from this measure's collection of words, ideas, and poetic phraseology referring to specific posts prior, but it would have been just jumble.
That word makes me hungry.
As for my disclosure of intel: I'd probably have to speak to it in person.
Okay, well, I've been drawn away...... .... ... ..
I'm going to eat a bowl of cereal.
Shit, but we have no milk.
I tossed the rest of the half and half yesterday.
Piece of shit fridge.
Cream stays good for at least a month.
We have no dairy.
Except those slices of cheese
Cereal Nachos: munch brunch con queso!
Anybody?
Then after that I think I'll hit the hay.
And with that, my loyal lowbrow listeners, I bid you ado unto your day as you ought it fit!