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my fan read this in an email. it took me all night.

"three pages
down
and eight beers
to go. hmm...
i drink alone
because i sing
secrets...
three and a quarter pages
down
and seven beers to go.
Bitch."

there's no way
this can be taken
seriously.
with desperate  lines
and rare rhymes
in between
my pouts
and over proportionate
frustrations.
a contortionist still
painfully bends
backwards
to ends
and means
to cripple!
how my lips will,
with wind blowing
itself impotent,
be justified.
did she fall yet?

in those e-mails
she cried to my gusts.
i could never see her face.
only the unoriginal
fetid symbols
on the screen-
cherished for knowing-
knowing this type
and font
are breathed so easily
to be from a gentle
and nonchalant
coven of deities
that are the digits
of her.

for she is made of
goddesses stuffs
and magics
incomprehensible.
— the_fool, Feb 22, 2010

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Region, Country: Austin, TX, USA

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the_fool

the_fool

16 years 3 months ago

drunk submission

yea, i kinda submitted this a bit drunk, so some polishing is required. changes will be made soon. yea, that line is weird., i'll think about it al day. thx t_f
the_fool

the_fool

16 years 3 months ago

the war on war?

the extremist sunnis and shiites are taught to kill and hate each other by the family (not all of them, nothing's 100 percent). my own father hates that i am the first generation in my family not to be in a war. ever see braveheart? remember the big guy fighting along his dad? war is hell, but it spreads civilization, education, money, and technology. it's a necessity, not all war is fought by two fuck-off buggers that just have something to prove- we gained independence thru war, we gained texas thru war, we stopped the nazis thru war. sorry, you can shake hands with them and tell them all about peace while they kick in your door and rape your children, for he who acts last has made his last action. sorry, wrong forum, but o well. i'm not all pro-war, not trying to go htat route, just too jaded to see some kind of beautiful peace on the horizon. but it would be nice, t_f
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Again, merely coincidence?

Again, merely coincidence? I just happened to see it on tv yesterday or the day before. And I leave you with my new signature line. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti
the_fool

the_fool

16 years 3 months ago

lol, sorry bout that!

didn't realize it was a sig line! i thought you were carrying over from your blog. i apologize for sounding an ass. peace! t_f btw, took some of that advice and changed it p a bit. thx again.