I can brush my hair. You can go play. I can play piano! I can eat candy! I can play cars. I can draw with cars!

I love Mom.
I love Dad.
I love Brianne.
I love TJ.
I love Adam.
I love Kyle.
I love Ian.
I love Cassandra.
I love Leila.
I love Mrs. Currens.
I love April.
I love Tim.
I love Mrs. Romanic.
I love Zach.
I love Me.
I love Miss Bobbie.

I can make bread by myself. I can draw with markers. I want to play with butterflies. I want to go to the store by myself to get a fly. I can play with toy food, cars, letters, guys, blocks by myself. I can play games and sing by myself.

(Just to let you all know I typed this but Luke is the one who said what to type. All of this is,as Luke says it "What I want on my blog!!" )

My brother Adam has settled on a career choice.
It seems questionable to me, but he's pretty excited about it.
I'll let him explain it:
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I've decided on a career choice. I'm going to be a poet.
Now I know what you are thinking. You are thinking, "That's a pretty dumb choice for a career." And if I thought "Why do you think that?" (assuming co-mental telepathy at work here), you'd think, "Because, aren't there like a ton of poets already, and I don't think people pay much for poetry these days." And I'd think, "See, you didn't stop to find out what KIND of poet I'm going to be." And you'd think, "That's true, but does it really matter?" And I'd think, "Well, yeah, cause I'm going to be different. My poems aren't going to rhyme." And you'd think, "And is that better?" And I'd think, "Ever heard of Haiku?" And you'd think, "Isn't that the short Japanese nature poems that don't rhyme that people hate even more than regular poetry?" And I'd think, "Yes, but my haiku's aren't going to be about nature. They'll be about real life stuff like clogged sinks." And you'd think, "Oh! I've always longed for non-rhyming haiku about stuff like that!" And I'd think, "Now you see why it's such a monster good career choice."

Sink draining slowly
I pull the stopper and look
glogged with hair again

Now that's poetry. So real. So short. So artsy.
I call it, "modern art for the ear."

licensing agreement:
If you read this poem, you owe me $10. Send check or money order payable to Adam Reality Haiku Corp. If you read it out loud to someone else (regardless of tone or appreciation), you are potentially liable for copywrite infringement. Send $30 bucks and I won't press charges.

when Luke saw the picture of Leila Riona Starr he said,"when the baby wakes up, will mommy hold her?

^be afraid, be very afraid!^
^I was climbing the fence...I made it all the way to the top and back down. Here I'm sitting on the bottom rail. But then I kinda...
^...lost my balance and fell:(

-Luke/Nemo/Super Luke

Ok so I haven't updated in a while so now I am. And I really can't think of what to say so I'll share a picture with you. And after all a picture is worth a thousand words right?
^This is me with some shoes I stacked on a chair...I was very proud of it and asked for a picture to be taken of it.