Progressing from Talking to Yourself

Do you know what's a progression from talking to yourself a lot?

Songs.

And then from those songs you can just hear recordings of yourself talking to yourself, goofball.

Fantemstep Jeeraphs

That Shatter-Happy Thin Glass Ball

How I don't want to be in a relationship because a girl who holds admiration for me is something I'm responsible for, and how incredibly fragile that is, equivalent to have to constantly hold (palm up) and balance a rather large but shatter-happy thin glass ball.

Because I'm gonna mess up. That's what I do. And when I do, there goes the admiration, sweetheart.

I'm such a doofus.

Hitter of a Noise Stick

I'm not a guitar player.
   I have a noise stick.
      I have a noise stick.
         And I hit it occasionally.

I am a noise stick hitter.

Askatchu Jeeraphs

Chandelier & Jeeraph

Girls & Monsters

I wanna write about monsters but end up writing about girls. Again. "I dunno, maybe they're the sa—" "Oh how dare you!" cuts in another.

Knowing High on a Cool Night

Well the window is open in acceptance of the cool night air and a particular rogue scent wafts in through; somebody in the neighborhood is smoking marijuana. 

Then I am grateful. 

For I needn't pull weeds to get me going—no—I get high, most high when I'm making music.

Cuvereyes Jeeraph

Niece About That Green Guy

Watching an educational cartoon with the kids. Niece points out, "See the mean green guy? That's the bad one!" Spotting that green dude, I see he has a rather surprising facial feature, to which I then ask my niece squarely, "Oh you mean the one with the Hitler mustache?"

"Yup."

— Sir Leonard L̶a̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ Lightning⚡ (@leonardlacking) September 5, 2018

Say Hi to Delilah!

The neighbor next door has chickens. One of 'em hopped fence and got cozy on my side. 

Say hi to Delilah!

Farther East Jeeraph

The Girl or The Guitar?

Between the girl or the guitar? Gimme the guitar. Why? You know why. The guitar is more reliable; she listens, she plays, she sings to my heart's content oh again and again. Girls, however, just leave when they're done with you, trash bag. 

So, um, hi.