Hey, what's this fat ugly thing?

A frog? A toad? Or your momma!

What is the calling void?

It is the void that calls.

It is the emptiness in my life that I try to escape but always return to.

It is the useless nature in society that forms an illusion of what life should be but never realizes the superficial facade it creates.

It is the before and after that nobody could understand yet takes hold of our being.

It makes you take a jump to the left, then a step to the right. Put your hands on your hips, and bend your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrust, that really drives you insa-a-a-a-ane...

It is a name that makes no sense because how can nothing be calling?

It is a name that makes no sense because life doesn't make sense.

It is a name that makes no sense because I don't make sense and should probably be sedated.

It is a name that I chose because I try too damn hard to be insightful!

"I always wanted to be somebody--I guess I should have been more specific"--Lily Tomlin

"And If I am a man of some reading, I am a man of no retentiveness"--Mich el de Montaigne

"Maybe it's time to stop not doing what you pretended you can do and can't, and start doing the thing that you can't do, but can no longer pretend that you can"--Jerri Blank

"Black, white, gay, straight...what's it matter? We all finish ourselves off in the end anyway!"--Karen Walker

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you--Nobody--too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise--you know!

How dreary--to be--Somebody!
How public--like a frog--
To tell one's name--the livelong June--
To an admiring Bog!

--Emily Dickinson