the Shrewdness of Evolution

On this fine, overcast day, I present the topic of the essence of writing; something often argued about. In my opinion, there is no proper or incorrect way to write. Some writers are pompous and perhaps a bit too heavy with the icing, while others are exact and straight to the point.

Personally, I enjoy playing an eloquent field; spicing up my poetic works for the jazzy minds of artists. I illustrate my thoughts through words, instead of utilizing words to plainly depict black from white.

The evolution of mankind and the human brain has noted a decrease in complexity. Each generation exhibits a lower level of intelligence and higher simplicity. Convenience is the life style they are brainwashed into, quick and to the point, forgetting to smell the roses left by what I would even consider a higher civilization in comparison to today. Forget Shakespeare and Aristotle, forget cursive, forget half the English language. This is how we live today, leading lives of ease, devoid of creativity and wonder.

Shame on you, mankind, shame on your laziness.

Nostalgically yours,
~Chiko .oO)>

Tornado Warning

What a fucking coincidence. My "Weather Eye" application flashes red, notifying me of a tornado warning. Who would have known that the Weather Network could predict pathetic fallacy. I should have seen it coming.

I slam the door and leave the building. 15 minutes later, thunder claps and rain leaves the sky. Hours later after the fact, my music cannot drown the distress from my mind. The rain still echoes in my ears, clouds crying in agony.

In the words of an overly popular, lets-laugh-at-others-misfortune site... FML.

Half asleep yet wide awake,
~Chiko -_-

Oh Dear Alice

Tick, tock, goes the cat clock.
Quarter past my life, I've got nothing to say.
A little blue dress, intended to impress.
Half past the hour, there goes another day.
Suede shoes, directed towards bottles of ooze.
Minutes past sundown, a different game to play.
Mister white rabbit, running out of habit.
Freckle past the hair, what time is it anyway?
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at.
Verdict past the sentence, don't dare to disobey.
You're nothing but a pack of cards!

We're all mad here,
~Chiko[<3]