The Questions

Who are you?

Who am I?

Why is the color blue, blue?

Why is an orange not a banana?

Why is wood hard?

Why have you tried answering these questions?

Why are you making that face?

When is this going to stop?

What is the point of this?

Why should I stop?

Is it possible to stop?

What even is stop?

Is there a sign for stop?

Why did you say yes?

Why am I still writing this when I have class in a couple minutes?

These are the questions….


Much Love David JM…? 


The Somber Melody


          A sound to behold in the deepest ear of one’s heart. Her cry sits softly upon the cool breeze, whisked about by the fair winds of the deep and dark midnight sky. For ’tis darker than the sorrows of yesterday, yet brighter than the hope of tomorrow. The Sun shall come to eviscerate the beauty of these early morning hours, so shall I stay to witness her pining. The moonlight flushes white over the open waters, and I can only hear the melodic notes trickle from her soft lips. The gown that wraps about her fair skin flows white as the fresh snow of the Spanish mountains, but burns as a fiery rose upon the fresh Summer grass. About every syllable and every sound, there is desperate sorrow climatically calling to he whom completes her. The deepening of her cry soars above the clouds and into the immense space of the heavens. Its sound drifts amongst the beauty of the stars. But soon mindful of the truth, her song plummets to the depths of the sea. Silenced under the mighty waves of the open ocean and succumbed to the darkness of the countless catacombs, she sings no more. For once was the cry of an angel on Earth, a somber melody sung out on a Summers’s night.

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It’s 1:26 in the morning. I am still in my Sunday Best from Saturday Night. It’s cold. I’m about to eat ice cream. Why I do these things, I have no answer. I suppose it’s to live like Larry.


The List

  • This is a couple of bullet points…
  • Why do they call these bullet points?
  • I mean, seriously, what do they have to do with bullets?
  • I can see that they are points, but in no way do I see that they resemble bullets…
  • I realize I like to use the three period thing after each of my non-questions…
  • By the way, it is called an ellipsis…
  • I just looked it up…
  • I am not using them in proper fashion, but I just think it looks cool…
  • Am I wrong?
  • Anyways, I wanted to branch out a bit with my writing…
  • Be a bit silly with it…
  • At this point you realize in no way am I making bullets other than for the purpose of having fun…
  • Is this fun to you???
  • Oooh, that was three question marks, I’m changing it up on you.
  • *Insert Random Word Here*
  • Had I inserted a random word there it probably would have been “random…”
  • Would that have been random or expected?
  • Are all these questions rhetorical or do I expect answers in the comments???
  • Back at it again with the three question marks.
  • And only one period to end that sentence, interesting…
  • Nope, back to the ellipsis…
  • Shall I insert a block quote here for good measure…

“I assume I shall,”

  • You clicked the link and are back on my page…
  • What did you expect???
  • Are you having fun yet???
  • I hope so…
  • If you made this far, I thank you.
  • You, my reader, are an inspiration to me.
  • You are incredibly special and so unique there is not another individual out there that is like you, and I hope you understand that…
  • You smiling at this post really made my day/night/morning/noon/afternoon/evening/existence
  • Never forget how awesome you are…
  • Your reward for making it all the way to the end is a link to some cute puppy pictures…
  • If you don’t like puppies, I also have one to some cute kittens…
  • Much Love
  • David JM