| Another old poem I found (original medium: crayon)A
sunken song. Abangled hope. The reflection of a hundred million
dreams. Rejection of a hundred billion schemes. A time of raunchy
staunch. Prepare to launch. Attack @ dawn.
How dost this lawn? A white picket march chant scream finegle masque.
And the green grass catches the shine of the bomb in the mirror portal to the inner working of six days past yesterday.
Yard. Wall window. Sofa. Control what? Tube. Waves. Everywhere. Cancer.
Wilt come? We ride
@ dawn. Tomorrow the beginning. Today the beginning. Yesterday you
finished. Control what? Meager rations. LOW INPUT. Play the Jacke with
a tall order. Mail order. Convenience. Fiberoptic INFINITE LIGHT
TRANSFER. Push the launch button. DO IT! EAT THE FRICKIN CAKE!
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| summer timeFound an old poem while moving out:
Why such a raving lunatic?
I did that? Hard to believe.
Anytime; I cry.
Have to cry Must Cry Eating my tears tearing my ears
Blown off. Shut off. Forgotten? NO.
Used? No
Shorten the years, can't afford
Oh how pleasant to be adored
Admonition Abolition
orlesky- has been- couldn't have prevented
Bobo is stuck but free, knows where he is but is so lost
Get ready Gobetti, it might get worse
A stormy storm had taken form
An orange two oranges a dozen three hundred
Flames of holy delusion
Conclusion
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| FinallyThis entry is dedicated to Julie Parafinik.
So Cornell started sending an Ultimate team to tournaments and we have a lot of work to do. We're 0-11.
Going to Israel for a couple of weeks this summer and then plan on
going back to Kansas and putting Shalom Emporium online with my bro.
Assorted Haikus:
Nope, not married yet.
Must begin copulating
To have eight children.
Adult Functional.
Parenthood precedes friendship.
Alien child mind.
Unique perspective.
Bias does not qualify.
Need identity.
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| I have so much to say and don't know where to begin. I'm still alive. If you wanna talk, call me.
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| "Eros" is the death of society. I'm in love with you. What does that mean? Does that mean we're soulmates? Does that mean there's a one and only uniqueness about you that causes me to desire you more than everyone else. No. Love is much more simple than all you hellenists make it out to be. The Ahava that God has for you and asks you to return to Him and to others is an unconditional devotion of servitude, forgiveness, compassion, comradery. "Eros" is the death of society. |
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