There is only one explanation.

Remember that guy who did that documentary called Ancient Aliens who unfortunately got turned into a meme?

You do?

Alright, you might not believe me, but that guy was an alien.

Think about this.

What if he was telling the truth and aliens were created by other aliens?

Of course, this would be to complex for the human mind, so he made himself into a "meme", in hopes that one day a lowly human like myself would figure it out.

Aliens are communicating to us through memes. That is the only explanation.

What do they call Miley Cyrus outside of America?

Kilometery Cyrus.

Hello.

Come on, you remember me don't you?

I visited your grandfather a many years ago, when you were little.

You know, how you stayed for hours in that hospital room that day, waiting with the slightest bit of hope that he would wake up. But hey, only one of us could survive. Can't blame me, right?

I've come to inform you of this disease currently eating away at your life, which, is me of course. Don't worry, by the time you're reading this I'll already be rooted in your bones, a wasp in your brain, an ache your chest. How sad.

And just like your grandfather, they think they can just cut me out, put a bandage on it and hope I don't come back.

But I always will, and you know it well.

I don't understand why you keep trying to get rid of me, you're only slowing the inevitable.

And in your last moments, you'll appreciate me. For all that you were, and all that you weren't. All the opportunities you

You are nothing without me.

Having said that,

Die with me.

This, as you just read is how many times Donald Trump has changed his mind. Let's start with how to beat ISIS:

1. Find a guy.

2.(insert non-existent secret plan here)

3. Send in ground troops, and get trigger happy with nukes.

4. Get money from oilfields.

5. ???Profit.

Donald Trump's plan for the illegal immigrants:

1. I don't know.

2.Deport the bad ones.

3.Nah, some of the immigrants can stay.

4.Deport everyone.

5.Maybe not.

6.Deport everyone, the second helping.

"They gotta go."

Donald Trump's plan(s) for tax reform:

1."You can't just be boom, boom, hard and fast."

2.Fair taxes.

3.Flat taxes.

4.Add some new stuff. (Insert non-existent secret plan to insert new tax stuff here.)

5. (Insert non-existent secret plan here)

6. (Insert another top secret plan here with slight changes.)

This might as well be a reality TV show.

Dear Writers Block

So many great ideas

Stories

Poems

All that excitement

Only to hit rock bottom

A pit of noncreativity

And endless sorrow

Why this strange phenomenon happens is still unknown to this day

There might be an alien race, with the sole purpose of writing stories

That never run out of creativity fuel

And write all the randomness they want

But sadly, we poor unfortunate souls have to endure this sea of boringness for however so long until we turn our creativity switches back on like the power

But it never happens because in winter your wireless tower is as useless as a potato

You might as well build a wireless tower of potatoes

That is how bad it is

And now I just realized

That I got rid of writers block

By ranting about writers block

A writers block paradox within the Matrix

That doesn't make sense

Bye.

-Me

It starts with four, and nothing more

Five, six, seven, eight, are such a bore

Only takes three points to make a plane

Only takes two points to make a ray

And that leads us to the final one

All the endless possibilities of life and love

But even though the numbers all add to ten

I look around and see the world has lost its mind again

I see no savior only danger

I see no angels only angles

Now these angles are all I see

These fallen angles sit and watch me bleed

And now I wonder if there's any room for me

I tried so hard to walk a straight line

But these angles redirect me every single time

Was he right or was it

All a lie

Why do we wish upon a star

When our gazes can only reach so far

It is because, them we cannot touch

So we give them all our dreams

Hoping they'll carry them to some divine being

Who will take them and relieve our misery

But like it's been said before

If wishes were fishes the whole world would eat

But fishes aren't wishes

And wishes aren't fishes

So wish we do

And I wish too

So I'll wish upon a star tonight

Life is not Death

But you will not live longer than you will be

dead

Which makes Life seem sweet and short when you are young and in love, and Death far away and distant.

But it's quite the opposite when you're old

When Death seems right around the corner

And Life is a sunset barely peaking over the horizon