no more gemstones

for a while i wrote in a purple notebook. nothing interesting, just a diary. highlight of the day, what happened, weekend plans, etcetera. i kept it up five months and then fell out of practice.. at first accidentally and then intentionally. i decided that not writing was a way to rebel against my present, future and past-in-hindsight selves. fuckem! even it was a gemstone day, a day that shone like crazy diamonds, i'd look at the dusty notebook and say, fuckem! i aint writing shit. time is nothing, time is flaccid. fuck all yall yizmen, past present future, fuckem across the spectrum, my lips are shut, my eyes are closed and the hand that once wrote is the hand that now throws, throws the ikea pencil hard against the wall, the blunt lead shattering and useless forever, no sharpener and no other stationery, this hand shall never write again, shall only turn out the light, and as i flick the switch i think ha! another day in the shredder. bgggggge. hahahahahaa!!!!!!!!