Hello world, from Brooklyn, this here's Bobby. Well, not really. Bobby is... somewhere else. Probably in a book or listening to that crap music he likes. I'm his conscience. You know, the thing that tells him what to do and what not. But don't blame me for the bad music, I kinda like it too.
Here you'll find just whatever pops into my mind. A heads up: it'll probably mostly be shitty lyrics I thought up in bed this morning, or a poem I didn't care to rhyme, a drawing I drew that looks profound at first but is really a load of bullshit. Everything and anything.
Cuz, you know, we all got nothing better to do.
If anyone interested in my lyrics would like to work with me/buy from me/put some of my lyrics to music for the hell of it cuz I'd love it/ talk to me and tell me about your day/discuss the hopeless stupidity of platonic relationships/guess my favorite cookie, please feel free to 'ask, 'submit',
or even e-mail me at email@example.com
Bobby's Conscience; This blog and original lyrics/poems/pictures are all under some kind of copyright. Don't steal. Be cool. Be original. Be you. You can do it. You're my hero.
"So you want to be a writer?