Scoop Swoop
or how an open book
gets so paradoxically
overlooked. well. you
might kindly excuse me
for having yet to step up
to today, but i rarely find
an ounce of intrigue in
loudmouths. so if this
conversation begins
with how many hits
do you get? then i am
already too old school
to participate. what
is intrigue after
all, but something
mysterious, as of yet
unknown that one
might possibly, and
with a curious thirst,
uncover. that’s
where i stand on
this subject. sure,
this might be a dated
stance, too out of
fashion for most of
us. but yet I have to
ask: who on earth do
you think i am, anyway?
