I wrote a poem for this shitty day.

I hate the moon

            the shine of white light

                        the blare through the

clouds of day

                        all white-gray.

I hate the days that aren’t days,

but stale drifts of dithering haze.

            Let it be vivid

                        dripping black-blue darkness

            rain

                        lightning, thunder

                        pitch

let the fireflies itch & the stars

                                                twinkle twitch

            Let the sunlight be orange, yellow, rich

I’ll take the gloom, but hold the moon

& I’ll take the light without any white

Give me COLOURS, oh please

            Because to drain life of its colours,

is to invite my disease.

To TimmahDee, funny story, um, it actually means exactly what it says. The way that we do comment responses is that I will grab comments that I like throughout the week and there’s a little link, and sometimes if I forget to get the link, I will go back to try to take a screen shot of it and the comment will just… be… gone.
So.
Yeah.
Sometimes YouTube will just eat a comment.
I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s powered by comments.
(Cue muffled, morning giggles.)

To TimmahDee, funny story, um, it actually means exactly what it says. The way that we do comment responses is that I will grab comments that I like throughout the week and there’s a little link, and sometimes if I forget to get the link, I will go back to try to take a screen shot of it and the comment will just… be… gone.

So.

Yeah.

Sometimes YouTube will just eat a comment.

I don’t know why.

Maybe it’s powered by comments.

(Cue muffled, morning giggles.)