well my birthday and new years sucked as usual. but im 16 now so i guess thats cool.

i dont know if i told you but my bithdays on dec 25. mum always makes me a birthday cake to have with christmas lunch and then everyone complains about how singing happy birthday isnt christmassy. like i can help when i was born. like i can help anything.

but it got me thinking abuot jesus and stuff. like, im not sure if i beleve in god or not but jesus probably existed. and he would have gone through the same stuff because alyson told me that theres a pagan festival that used to be celebrated on his birthday, like, before he was famous.

i started thinking about other paralels with me and jesus, and i wrote this poem on christmas night, because i didn't get a ipod or a wii:



one born in a stable
one born unstable

the mangers animals looking over one
the sheep of sosciety looking over t'other

both escewed from the community
for being different

both hated and revelied
for being different

but both still authentic
dont want to conform

his water into wine
is my art

my real father is the lord, he said
but i also have a stepdad on earth

keith is no joseph
a truck driver not a carpenter

and my real dad
like god
doesn't
care
about
us.