I never could get my rhyme scheme right.

Oh well. So, things are continually going from strange to weird. I can't help but feel there is some kind of strange connection here. First there the dreams, then there's the confession. Now, all of the sudden, I forget to mention that my Dark Falz portion of my PSO Rap will be in three parts, because it sounds like crap. If it's all in one, it will be really long and drawn out. No, I'm not going to tell you what each rap will be about. If you play PSO, you should already know.

Falz has pissed people off; I've gone on rants. And for some people, he's enough to make them shit their pants. The thing is scary as shit, well, if you seriously can't make fun of it. I mean the second form has him riding his balls, literally. No seriously. And the first form was odd, too. When the experience was entirely new, I had never taken a Pallasch to a triple-dragon phallus.

But, no, okay, so it's the end of the day, and I don't feel right. I'm excited, for real. I won't sleep well tonight. Big day tomorrow, for those who know. I'm all pepped up for once, and I know it shows. We're heading out for lunch and a flick, just Sammy and I. I'm so excited I just might die. It's outrageous, okay! I haven't felt this way. Even with others who left me alone. Shit, sorry. Sudden change in tone.

I don't mean to be getting off track, but it's so hard to rebound back. Just as the Moon calls to the sea, I can feel it in me. A sense of belonging down to the "t" with it's gravitational pull. But what could it be? I haven't the slightest, not even a bit. Something intangible, obviously, because I can't grasp it. Maybe I'm just too scatter-brained right now, or haven't I been always? Except, before now, I was confused and dismayed. Now I see light, and feel it's alright, and I have to say, I think I just might tire myself out.

Because I'm just that kind of happy, the kind that drains energy, but causes synergy in the process. It's just a guess. I can feel it, so organic, or rather, spiritually synthetic. I no longer feel so pathetic, nevermind apologetic. I have done no wrong, have I? If I have, I apologize. But I assure you, I meant no offense. Sometimes, I just lack common sense. I sure you'll understand, that I'm just doing what I can. I need to worry about me, too, you know. I haven't for some time. And it's getting really fucking hard to keep up this rhyme, so I think I'll use "time" a second time, even though it's technically the third. Because I know in just a few minutes  otter-pilot will be shouting repeatedly:

"FREEBIRD!!!"

Because that's just what he does, I don't question it. He's my bro, you know, the little shit. It's been sixteen years, and what I ride it's been. Not that I'm saying our friendship is done in. It's just beginning, bro. I know you're reading this. Well, maybe. You have the attention span of a goldfish. But that's not important, because I love you still. You put me through hell, just to get me a jill.

Not to say that I'm going to use her. I lover her to death, and you know I don't pressure. Respect, honor, love, and fidelity. You know those things are key, and you know that I try to be me. How the hell did I get on this topic? It's kinda strange, not gonna lie. Is there any part of this that you just don't buy? I really hope not, because I'm being true. Heard not to take everyone for face value, but give the benefit of the doubt. Hey, it helped my buddy out.

Anyways, I'm tired of this beastly rhyme. Admit it, you liked it, but now it's gonna stop on a dime.