that sounds like shit.
there’s too many dicks around
for that to ring true.
there’s nothing sensible
about something so obtuse.
not an alpha,
the seesaw of difference
balances those who cannot.
walking on an angle,
the sensible man
age dictates unwarranted responsibility.
the typical masks that which is not.
handle your pockets properly
to avoid the lint.
we’re both human.
but you like this,
i like that.
you behave like this,
i behave like that.
well, can that be normal?
of course, difference is normal.
yet, what’s with this classifying one another in terms of normalcy?
a mental illness, or difference in what’s typical is not normal,
but we’re suppose to accept homosexuality as normal?
i think we’re all normal.
but when comparing each other,
our differences make us abnormal.
because we’re different,
and what you say is right,
i say is wrong.
i read somewhere that it’s easiest to point out difference,
but harder to connect with the similarities.
it maybe be difficult to accept the differences,
but maybe it’s easier to do so
if we remember we’re all part of the
My posts do not correlate. Nor do many hold contextual strength. That’s not entirely the plan, although it’s hope that there’s something of value. As the blog title suggests, this is the B side. If you’re familiar with the b side, then you’ll know that this is exactly that. Whatever your reasons for venturing the b side, let them be your barometer. I’m not a typical, more atypical, although I’m finding out more and more through experience, than I’m typical. I have interests that lie in B but due to complexion, composition, talent, or whatever you call it, I scrape by in A. I teeter the fence between A and B. Skill pulls me from falling into B but interest pulls me towards B. Lacking the necessary skills to fend off all these interests can be a frustrating act to preform. Humor, or at least my opinion of humor, seems to be my means of balancing. All these categories, yet I can’t find my own. I think I’ll be dead once everything has been settled.