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Tuesday, November 25, 2003

do not i intentionally put me in wierd positions
to taste time trickle on barbed wires
do not i vocationally put you in violent conniptions
to quiver and shiver when avant your guard


feeling like achilles hainging in the shadows i
hang my tail between my legs i
do noble things

i am this tense studious machine of loving grace and i
am getting tired of doing what im doing

what is the point i
wonder i
wonder what the peril of being torn entails i
go sweet places with cavity teeth i
taste things endlessly

Sunday, November 23, 2003

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOELECTRICALSTORMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
thunder is an omen
so is an owl fucking the air sideways
there she was and there i was and that was that you could say
but: i dunno i think i might be alone and that's a good thing i guess it's best that way
you could say
does turn you off that i spill my shit from a paper cup on to the floor: go mop it up
and that is that and im ok but fuck this shit im tired and strange
you could say
there she was electric breasts no compulsion just lust i guess the other one my secret friend all in my mind i go again and say good bye and fuck this shit except im lost and still regret my thoughts got smashed by a pound of steel and darkness clap and happy meal
you could say im moving im gone im spilling im on and check me out im alive with truth she's not interested in my silvertooth
smiles and time i went away full of purpose but to dismay there she is again
and that is that and that is that and that is that and that is that
you could say.

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