I ought to call you sometime. Or you can get my new number from Frodo. Anyway.

The irony of me picking this to read at random was that I was playing that game with my brother the other day...

If someone else always gave you unwanted answers, I don't think they would know what you wanted instead. Since they never knew what you really wanted in the first place and substituted answers for ignorance. Or... well... that is, unless they were lying all along and did know. Secretly.

Damn. Back to square one.

hm, before I even started talking about the poem...you changed your profile! well reviews are nice and I don't think it's pitiful to live for them; that's a writer's life isn't it...ok...so "to the person who won't read it on principles"..hm...that means the person won't read it straightforwards? anyhow I wonder who's that you would live for and die for...well to the poem itself, I totally didn't notice the phrase "back blood rolls down" was repeated until I read the poem second time...coincidence, or maybe way you formed the preceding phrase totally forgo the repetitiveness...same with "the one to ask you the one"...didn't realize "the one" was repeated until further scrutiny...seems like many aspecs of the poem like children's game and treasure hunt and the two I mentioned are repetitive, or complementary items..but reader won't notice the connection easily...so the poem goes in circle (hence "so it goes") but refreshes itself along the way...hm crap this is like the longest review I ever gave you lol, well, peace