Un-edited butterflipppits

thus far, i have been very consious of my writing and my posts. i want to please everyone and create the most beautiful writing that the world has ever known. but then it occurred to me, that the world probably wouldn't know my writing amazing or otherwise, and it seemed hypocritical to dedicate a blog to real life and edit everything i wrote. so from now on, no editing, no censoring, nothing. this is real life and sometimes life is ugly. it isn't always a flowery rhymy poem that interconnects and reveals new perspectives and insights. sometimes it is a fragment of ugly overused words, that make no sense together. macaroni, butterflippits, and scoundrel-ears.