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what about the sunshine motherfucker?!
what about it
and what about your time tables and topographic maps and technicalities
and resurections
eat my diety and you'll be much better looking
it tastes great
fly i wish often that i could fly and though it seems cliche
(thanks Poe)
i'd like to fly like the raven corkscrew diving for abolone of the sky
and as far as the sky goes the relative abalone like food
would probably be carion
but someone's got to eat it and they sure do fly swell
i seem to swell with excess and the larger i get the larger i need to be i wear red white and blue moo-moo
i am 100% patriot, yes?
eat me world
fucking eat me
politics
drugs
war
games
sea
shovel
rosewater
even pudding pops
i don't often buy pudding pops
i think because i love them so much that i do not want my tongue to tire of the taste as it did in its epic battle with the noble and formidable
one free twinkie three pack
oh no!
the golden
never baked fluffy-ness is not quite what i remembered
this fate SHALL NOT befall the noble pudding pop
i think i believe in God
in fact i'm pretty certain
so certain in invocations and spirits among the trees and if matter and mass is drawn together then why do we fly so extravagantly apart
why why why why why
it's a question
my mind likes those
just as long as the answer isn't due tomorrow as homework
homework funny cause it's been 3 or 4 years since i done dropped outta highschoooo
but it's still palpable my disdane for the stuff
essentially you say i don't have energy to teach for an hour, so here's an overview of what you should read how you should regurge and when you should have it back to me then chit chat for the rest of the period
fuck
that was fun, nostalgic
my soul heaves a laughing sigh for those days
i taught my soul to tie my shoelaces.
i wear boots, it's really a great help to me and now if i want to sell it it's worth something



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On Friday June 4th, 2004, An Expired Member (73) writes:
The theme is so apt and gripping, and your selection and technique of manifesting your own frustration and despair is just mind blowing.


On Monday May 24th, 2004, aXe FactoR (428) writes:
*bows to your poetry prowess* you always spin your words so beautifully into poems that screams out so much meaning and depth. you impress me so much. :)


On Monday October 20th, 2003, Stranger (281) writes:
You skull split open with an ax; genius escaping from the wound like glowing steam; the flash of a camera bulb; a moment, a memory, a facet of Fish frozen in time.


On Saturday October 18th, 2003, Drea (930) writes:
whoa freewrites are crazy. *giggles* general you have not only put a smile on my face but made me think about pudding pops. ~Drea~


On Saturday October 18th, 2003, WinterGrave (337) writes:
lmao, that was beautful...err, no it wasnt but it sure mademe think twice about them twinkies...anyways, that entertained me greatly~~~Grave


On Saturday October 18th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:
*laughs* I don't know what to say. This was really cool. Like a window into your thought-process. Whoooooo.


On Sunday October 19th, 2003, Bast (896) writes:
as she said... yeah... it's like a sliver of your brain. and it's funny... i don't find it to be quite as indigestible as i thought it might be. it's like the babble i say to myself when i get ready in the morning.



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