I WANTED TO WRITE DOWN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WORDS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

I WANTED PEOPLE TO SAY THAT MY WORD ORDERING WAS BEAUTIFUL.

I WANTED THE WORDS TO BE ABOUT THE HORSE THAT SAVED MY LIFE,

BUT I ALREADY WROTE ABOUT THAT HOSE IN 2008.

I WANTED TO STILL THE URGE TO COMMA THE RIGHT LOCATIONS

AND THE DESIRE TO TAKE PICTURES OF MYSELF SOBBING AS I GOOGLED MY NAME.

THAT FEELING GROWS AND MAKES ME WANT TO SMOKE WEED. 

BUT THEN I SPELLED A WORD WRONG IN MY BOOK. 

BUT MY FRIENDS WERE STILL MY FRIENDS.

MY FRIENDS TELL ME WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES.

HARVEY DENT WOULD AGREE.  

HE SAID THE DARKEST NIGHT IS BEFORE THE DAWN.

AND THAT THERE ARE ENOUGH GOOD DECISIONS BEING MADE TO

COUNTER THE BAD ONES.

THEY SAY GOOD DECISIONS MAKE THE HORSE SMILE AND SAVE DELICATE PIG 

FOREHEADS FROM THE EXECUTIONER'S SEXY PISTOL.

BUT I DONT SEE THOSE MISTAKES.

I ONLY SEE MINE.

AND THEY ONLY SEEM TO GET BIGGER WITH THE PASSAGE OF TIME.

I CALLED THE BOOK HIDER ROSER.

IT'S BEING PUBLISHED THIS YEAR BY OCTOPUS BOOKS, 

AND I COULDN'T BE PROUDER.

NOW WHEN I THINK BACK

TO THE HORSE THAT SAVED MY LIFE

(IT'S DEAD NOW; ALONG WITH THE LEAVES OF THE AUTUMN OF 2008, 

IT HAS BEEN TRANSFORMED BACK INTO MULCH)

I SAY: TANKS HORSEY. TANKS FOR SAVING MY LIVE.

SOME MISTAKES CAN NOT BE FIXED WITH THE SPELLCHECK COMMAND 

IN MICROSOFT WORD.

ELECTRICTY SOMETIMES HELPS ME WITH ALL OF THIS.

PLEASE COME TO MY READING.