It's the 3rd Post in 10 minutes, Does it have to have a Clever Title?!

Hellz yeah! I'm on a fuckin' roll! Just crankin' these posts out like cheap, plastic figurines being cranked out of a sweatshop! Hm... I realize that this analogy actually demeans the content of my posts. Ah well, thrusters to maximum Scotty, forging ahead. I am pleased to announce the coming of poetry to Paper Arrows. I've already filled two books' worth of poems, and this seems like a good put some of 'em, so enjoy (or not... but if that's the case fuck off). I've determined I need some more excitement, so I'll be endeavoring to satiate this need, meaning more entertaining content on this blog! Hooray! Hot damn, what I really need is  a kilt and a pack of timber wolves, that would spice things up quite a bit around here. Actually, me and a dear friend of mine are in the process of making our own kilts, so that should be an epic installment in the life o' dear old Alex. Shit, I have a lot of unfinished projects lying around, so along with the kilts I should be finishing a big daddy suit (Bioshock), a movie, a short film, a book, a steampunk monocle, a bottlecap belt, scrap boots, music posters, many different shirts, bottlecap pants, B'Dough suit (see bdough.com), plenty of paper mache sculptures, some paintings, a grilled cheese sandwich, 200 paper birds, and much, much more. I AM A BUSY MOTHERFUCKER.