Words, words, words...

So, considering the fact that I sometimes admit that I'm a writer, I don't post a lot of independent writing on this blog of mine.  Musings, yes.  Bullet-points, definitely.  Snarky commentary, ahhh, sometimes.  But not straight up writing.
Thing is, I do lots of it.  All the time.  Some of the time.  At sporadic intervals, that nonetheless lead me to believe that I enjoy writing when I take the time and focus to do so.  It happens a lot in the fall or after I've been in the mountains, not sure why.

Anyways, I'm just going to start randomly putting things that I write up here, and if anyone has thoughts about them, let me know.  Otherwise, words don't do all that much just sitting in a document on my computer.
I just listened to Ke$ha's new single, and this little bit of counter-pop poetryish sort of just happened.

I will not die young

Nor lead an unlived life

You only die once

You live as much as you let yourself

Your life is not one shot, one course, or one direction

But a myriad of ever-changing fluctuating choices

An exploration of the vastness of knowledge and experience

Partying like there’s no tomorrow is fine today

And sucks tomorrow

Partying like tomorrow will happen can be just as fun

Every day for the rest of your life

A one-night stand lasts…

Lets see…

One night.

But true love never dies.

Playing with fire is fun

But so is growing a redwood forest

And then playing in it for years on end

You can’t be both an arsonist and an arborist

And expect both careers to pan out