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[10 Jun 2009|02:49pm] |
When people say OHMAHGAH I just had the biggest epiphany? Issssssss that even possible? I feel like I've said that before, but shouldn't it be a gradual thing?
Anyboday feel meeee?
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[14 Oct 2008|12:35pm] |
Once dreamed of being a beauty queen,
Now a domestic housewife on the scene.
You say we're a two headed team
,
But only one head keeps the house so sweet and clean.
One, two three, four, five,
Of them kids out of my hive.
So they can buzz and sting like little bees,
But honey, stick to your job while I pay the fees.
I'm more than a pair of two eggs,
And would you like yours scrambled or fried?
A broom as an arm,
Bubble wash with some tide.
Isn't it your turn to read bedtime
Books to Theodora, Maxwell, Milo, and Chuck?
You claim they're too busy with their light up dollhouse
I pray they know the truth,
Of a shelter with a pseudo kind of a spouse.
Now it seems it's time to go and sleep,
In our red strawberry coated sheets
New catalog ones again.
There goes a beep beep alarm at five a.m.
Back in the game of routine
Of a domestic housewife kind of Queen.
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| Bloody Mary |
[30 Sep 2008|05:37pm] |
I,
More virginal than Mary before
Christmas
"Mary Christmas!"
Nary...
Tis not that time
For during this time I am not so pure
Premenstrual as it may
When PMS comes hither at my door
I feel
A different kind of whore-mone
Losing thyself as pure
Becoming a Tramp-oline
Thou could say
I let the
Whole town jump on me
As I sit
And stretch
And how there are so many Romeos!
I cannot control thyself
As Juliet once said,
"This from my lips,
By thine, my sin is purged!"
How do I free thy awful sin?
Having thy cake and
Eating it too.
If I am so full
Why can I not purge?
Please understand
Not only thy body
But thy heart
Is wide open
And goes bumpbumpBUMP
Around too many
Feeling so cramped
Cramped
wait wait
Methinks thy time hast come
For it is now 'Christmas'
Oh Lord!
Thy thoughts and deeds are soothly pure!
Bless the angels
For all their Padded Wings
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| Sugar Fix |
[26 Sep 2008|11:43pm] |
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Everytime it happens like this
I ask my love for some Safeway sugar and he comes back with salt
And crack cocaine and still expects a kiss
I wanted to make sugar cookies; I don't think that's a fault
Drug use is a fault 'SWEET' boy and your salt is giving me heart burn
I'm addicted to your love, not the salt or the crack
If I was a teacher, I'd ask if you'd ever learn
But thou love of mine, I know you always come back
Is that a fresh baked cake I smell?
Laced with sugar; not splenda or hash dust
He passes me a piece and the chocolate love brings me out of hell
"Have another piece?" He says. I smile. "If you must."
Love is a rollercoaster because sometimes
You get high and want to throw up
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| A Gift |
[13 Sep 2008|05:47pm] |
It happened almost a year ago
And when it happened
So did change
The good kind of change
The kind of change you find on the side walk
Instead of asking your Mom for laundry money kind of change
Feelings changed too
For instance
It was if all you watched before were infomercials
And you finally saw your first Disney movie at the age of twenty-five
I just want you to know this change was perfect
Holding hands together kind of perfect
Then one day something happened
I started to feel different
The word up became higher
And the word down became downer
I felt sick sometimes because of this
Yet I still found myself at Burger King
I no longer have control
I no longer feel how I once did
The stress takes over
All the cheesy metaphors
Described earlier in the year
Escape my mind
"Ouch!" released from my lips
Followed by a few swear words
And everyone is watching this
The pain keeps getting worse
Wait, wait....
"Yes, doctor?"
Close ones around me wait eagerly
"You have yourself a baby, Ma'am."
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[05 Sep 2008|02:41am] |
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there are so many things im either done or confused about right now
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| Entightlement |
[10 Aug 2008|04:59pm] |
He weighed so much that they ran out of numbers and had to start adding letters. MC Ti-T was the biggest MC of all. He was also the richest of all. He was so rich that he would eat non stop erryday and smoked bitches erryday. Didn't fuck them. MC Ti-T was used to his lifestyle. He enjoyed basking in his high weight body parts and bitches smoked. This way of living was going steady... until... MC Ti-T got a call from God. He picked up the phone. "Yo." said God. "Yo." said MC Ti-T. MC Ti-T knew then from this that he had to make world peace. Not peace as in "goodbye." Like, "goodbye world"... but he had to make everything tight. He won the audiences over in one day with his new singles, "Prayin' is a Habit" and "Girl, how jew doing?" The next day, Christina Aguilera died. R.I.P.
Peace.
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[09 Aug 2008|08:36pm] |
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I painted my nails again today. A bright color. Every time I look down at my hands, I feel so happy. I did it all by myself today. I put on my jeans today. My jeans with my hands. My bright hands. My fingernails are growing long though. They are turning old. But, my jeans don't have any rips in them. I bought them like that. Rip free. I tied up my hair today. All by myself. I usually wear it down because it makes me look older. I don't want to be looking young. I don't want to look too old either. Hold on! I have to pull up my pants. There we go. My brain pulsed earlier. Earlier today. I felt it against my skull. It could have been a headache. Or, it could have been that thing that comes and goes again. When you feel out of yourself. And your brain is trying to pour out of your ears. Onto a big bright plate. With a knife and fork. And you can eat that good stuff! I did that once. I felt weird. Like I was saying weird shit and I felt so many "What the hells" and "What the fucks" around me. But, that is what happens when you paint those nails bright and grow them too long and maybe expose yourself. But, the two are unrelated. The moral of the story: If you are someone who doesn't say please and thank you... If you are someone who prefers Italian food over Mexican... If you don't like to travel... beware. Your brains will be eaten.
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| A nursery rhyme |
[30 Jul 2008|04:40pm] |
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i have noo ideuhhh
I got greens
said kermit
the frog
I got grapes
said the wine
ing baybay
I say
baybay
You say
What's in the
Cookie?
Monster
Mmmmm
Smooth
like
Snoopy
goes
"bitch"
cause he can
"please"
Puff Puff
A dragontale
of a trip
Where's waldo?
In his stripes
Formally
behind bars
In the zoo
crackers and hohos
Dr seus
seus of seus
asked
Do the puppets
enjoy
Mr. Rogers
fingers?
Oh lord
Crossing the line
of Dream phone
"But we just met"
While playing
twister
Color Green means
Go
So tell me when to
Monster
In the closet?
or out?
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[23 Jul 2008|08:02pm] |
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Princess Apple was the only American princess living in 2002. She felt so much pressure under these circumstances. In turn, she became quite the rebel. She slept on bumpy mattresses, ate so many peas, wore wooden slippers, and had a buzz cut to prevent attractive men from climbing her mane. Apple was quite lonely being the only Princess left. She didn't want all the responsibility of taking care of a country. One day, Apple was eating a couple peas and thought to herself, "This is bullshit. I need change. I need....I need love." As a princess, she knew what to do. She went to the pond in her backyard. "Now, where is a frog?" she thought. A frog that would turn into a prince by once kiss. A prince would be perfect in her life right now. Apple would no longer be lonely and she could share all the responsibilities of America. She searched around the tiny pond for about fifteen minutes and all of a sudden a tiny little frog popped up out of no where. Apple snatched it furiously. She wasn't very romantic or gentle. She gave the frog a huge french kiss. All of a sudden, a tiny boy appeared. "Prince...?" She said hesitantly. "Don't say my name, bitch." he responded. Apple had heard usually the opposite from boys. "Who are you?" asked Apple. "I am 'P.' I am symbol." "Prince?! The musician? I thought you were dead." Prince just stood there with his purple ruffles. He gave her a cold stare. "Good enough." Thought Apple. "I am the princess of America. I need a companion. A lover. A friend. A ruler. Will you be mine 'P'?" Prince stared once again. Except, an excited stare this time. His pupils became dilated with pleasure behind his mascara. "You're a fine one Princess, and I'd be honored to rule above you." Apple agreed. She brought Prince home to her parents and they were delighted for America. The two became lovers as Apple was submissive. America was now, once again, in good hands.
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| Edward Gorey |
[07 Jul 2008|10:14pm] |
Lucy Lulu was walking down the street. Walkidy Walkkk Walk woo. It was the day after Saturday. The Beginning of the calendar week. She was walking downtown. It was a day for buying new shoes. BOOM. A stranger approached her. He stared her down. He stared Lucy Lulu down. "Do you have the time?" asked the stranger. Lucy Lulu looked down at her watch. "The time is...." she paused. "The time ISSS....." she paused again. "The time is.. I'm late! I'm late!" Lucy Lulu ran away from the stranger and away from the shoes and downtown. She ran back home. She needed a pregnancy test. Lucy Lulu kept them in the bathroom. She swung open the cupboard. She did the do over the toilet. Number one. Time tic-ed. Ticccccccccccccccccc. It seemed like it was taking forever. Ticccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc. It was ready. She looked at the screen. Not one but TWO smiley faces! Twins! Who could the father be?
A is for Andy who Acted out roles
B is for Borris who Bored her to sleep
C is for Colin who Called out the wrong name
D is for Dexter who had a Dysfunction
E is for Erica who was the Exception
F is for Franklin who liked to ****
G is for Gary who was Good but not Great
H is for Harold who Hated monogamy
I is for Ian who Injured himself during
J is for Jack is for Jack.
K is for Ken who was a Kid in more ways than one
L is for Larry who just wanted to Love
M is for Melvin who liked plenty More
N is for Ned who Never finished
O is for Oli who would constantly "Oh"
P is for Patrick who was Poor in the sac
Q is for Quinton who was really a Queen
R is for Ronald who Rocked everyone's world
S is for Samuel who Shook all night long
T is for Tyler who Took too long
U is for Uncle who was Unrelated
V is for Victor who liked the "female part"
W is for Wolly who Wouldn't spend the night
X is for Xavier who practiced from the X-Rated
Y is for Yogi who Yawned during
Z is for Zach who ZZzzzzz during
Lucy Lulu scratched her head. This may take a while, she thought.
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[27 Jun 2008|10:21pm] |
Someone plug me in
Cause I feel so disconnected
CHECK the phone line
It must be not working!!!
My cat feeds me
It's left over kills
Because I don't feed my cat
My cat is healthier than
Me
It moves
My fingers Move
Type Type
Where is my other
Puzzle piece?
Cause I feel so disconnected
My belly is growing
As my tits grow smaller
Two wrongs
I wish made a right
Because there are so many
DAMN wrongs
Have you ever been in an
EARTHQUAKE?
I have!
Or maybe I'm just shaken up
Where is my modem?
Cause I feel so disconnected
My Mom is on my top 8
She won't pick up my calls
But she'll comment me
My Dad says I'm just like
My Mom
And they're divorced
I'm hungry
Where's cat?
Have you seen my heart?
Anywhere?
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[23 Jun 2008|11:03am] |
I need lovin
Send it in the male
or Female
Little Phoney
Rinnnnng
No marriage
Knock knock
On my adore
Okay?
Lifes getting
A little dry
Too much salt
In my mornings
I haven't had
A good breakfast
In some time
Tic toc
off-ed
A little
Just a little
Cause time gets old
After a while
And I just want
Some good cooking
Not grandma's cooking
I want hot sauce
Bake me a batch
Of Hot sauce
Muffins
And I'll be good to
Take this to go?
To my place
gooooot millllk
yes, please!
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[13 Jun 2008|04:18pm] |
Sippin on 44s
Planting that soil
On your Mom's new
Sweater
So she has to wash it
Before she wears it
Hot dogs in the
Morning
Before your Grandpas
Funeral
You slept through it
Cause he
Slept through it
Calling at a puppy
And then giving
His bone
To the hungry chickens
Kept in your back yard
Staying out
4 o'clock in the
night
Not answering your phone
When your
parents call
And you let it ring
With the bitch ass
Ring tone
You bought with their money
Break it down
And bend over
Assholeeeeeee
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| Love is a Virtue |
[16 May 2008|10:13pm] |
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Puppy looked at it all the time. From a far, never up close. It was the most beautiful squeaky toy ever. It looked as if it had plenty of ridges for biting into. It was dark green which made it blend in with the healthy grass. Puppy loved grass. He wanted to go up close to the toy so badly, but he was so young and insecure. Could he really handle a toy like this? Yes. He could. You see, one day, Puppy couldn't find his bone. And, he was teething. Puppy needed to chew on a nice object immediately. His eyes darted across his owner's back yard. The beautifully curved squeaky toy was still lying there. Beautiful and vulnerable. "Woof," Puppy thought to himself. "WOOOOOOOF!" He galloped over toward the toy. His jaws bit hard on it. There was no squeak at all. It was made of stone hard material. Puppy wasn't expecting this, and his bite was so aggressive that his teeth went back into his gums a little. He dropped it immediately. All of a sudden, a wrinkly thumb with eyes popped out of the non squeaky toy. It was a turtle! Disgusting! Puppy was about to turn and walk away when the turtle grabbed his attention. "I love you." said Turtle. "What?" said Puppy. "I LOVE you," said Turtle. Turtle continued, "I know you have been watching me. You thought I was something else. But, I knew what you were. A great puppy. I have been watching you too, but I was right with my predictions. You are the same as you are far away as you are up close. You are a true beauty." Puppy missed his bone in that moment. Bone never put Puppy under pressure. Puppy started to reply, "We are from different worlds, friend. You will live to be 100 years old, and I will die in 10. Our families are different. Our bodies are different. Our speed is foreign to one another." "What are we doing right now?" followed Turtle. "What?" said Puppy, a little confused. "We are TALKING," said Turtle. "That's the only thing we NEED to have in common." Puppy considered this. He considered this for several minutes. As Turtle could sense Puppy was considering this, and by this I mean considering love, he asked Puppy to go on a date. Puppy agreed. They went to a restaurant downtown called "Grubbing Buns." All the people stared at them in the restaurant. Because they were fat you see, Puppy and Turtle. The people were all skinny. Turtle ordered a hot dog to be sly and Puppy ordered clams. "I can protect you," said Turtle. "If there ever was a war, you could hide out in my shell." Puppy liked that Turtle used protection. He was slowly becoming drawn to him. And drawn by him. Turtle handed over a sketched drawing of Puppy to Puppy. "It's beautiful!" yelped Puppy. The food had arrived. Turtle was eager for the hot dog and ate it all in one bite. Puppy started eating clams but then felt weird and then died. "Art thou love?" whispered Turtle to himself. Turtle couldn't do it. He couldn't be without Puppy. Just then the waitress came. "Would you like to take this to go?" She pointed to dead Puppy. "No. I am going with it! I'm going to heaven too!" Just then Turtle started running unreasonably fast which is impossible for turtles. He died in the process. Days are blue. Nights are blue. Grass is green. Love is beauty. From two different worlds. Two different families. One heart lives on.
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| Melly |
[11 May 2008|09:20pm] |
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Tommy would sit at home and play computer games all day long. He would only wear sweat shorts because he liked the feeling of bare legs, but he also got cold easily. He was obsessed with the game, 'The Sims.' He would spend hours after school playing until dinner happened and then he would wait until dinner ended so he could spend more hours playing The Sims. His favorite character was Melly Sue. He wasn't sure why he named her this. It was the first female name that popped into his head and he wanted her to be from the South. Ninety percent of the game was based around Melly Sue. Her character was thin, but still curvy. She wore a bra for a top with pink polka dots and a sweat skirt. She had a black, sexy bob, and hot neutrally colored lips. He liked spending time with Melly Sue. She listened to Tommy. Not a lot of people did. He was a beautiful sixteen year old boy and because of this, so many people looked his way, but none would listen since he was pretty stupid actually. Melly Sue listened though. When he wanted her to eat, she would eat. When he wanted her to go to bed, she would go to bed. If he wanted her to stay at home and clean instead of work, she would do that, but lose some points. One day, his parents had a discussion. An important one. "We need to get Tommy away from that damn screen," said Dad. "Tommy needs to get away from that screen," said Mom. The married couple approached they're extremely single son. "Tommy," said Dad. "Tom," said Mom. "We need you to back away from the computer. The keyboard is giving your fingers calluses and you are forgetting how to communicate normally. The other day I knocked on your door and called out your name. You replied, 'His screen saver is on and he cannot talk right now.' That's stupid Tommy, it's not even funny. Third person is used by people who don't want to be one with themselves. The only screen you need to save is your own." Tommy could hear them, but he didn't care. He just cared about Melly Sue. He thought..... (He didn't want to say it) Okay. He thought he loved her. Just then Mom and Dad unplugged the computer screen. They needed him to be away from the computer for at least one moment. "POP" It was as simple as that. Melly was dead, Tommy realized after the unplugging of his computer. Tommy sat at his computer. He was cold and he was still. After thirty seconds, he turned around and stared at his parents waiting for a reaction. "We had kids" he said in the most bitter, harsh, cold, disappointed, sad, angry tone anyone had ever heard. Mom ran away in tears full of pain and lost hope for her son. Dad stood still. He remained calm. He looked at his attractive 16 year old dumb son. His son started to drool from stress. Tommy did this often. Dad reluctantly moved forward, gave Tommy a still glare, and plugged in the computer again. Melly Sue came back on the screen, looking better than ever. Dad looked at his son. "Just unplug it when she's in here" Dad said. In that moment, Tommy knew Dad was referring to Mom and not Melly Sue. "You were stupid to think the game would leave once the computer was off, Tommy." In that moment, Tommy knew Dad was referring to him, Tommy. Dad shook his head and wondered what would become of his child, and slowly left the room. Tommy looked back at his screen. He looked at Melly and how beautiful she was. He grabbed the mouse and clicked three times to make her play with their children. Golf today? He thought. Perhaps, golf? Tommy knew everything was going to be o.k. now. Everything was going to be just fine.
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| The Visitor |
[08 May 2008|10:54pm] |
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It always happened at night. When it was the end of things and the end of the day. By always I mean since last Friday. Someone or some "it" or some kind would knock on her window. "Knock." It went. Something like "Knock." She would react the same way everytime this happened. Her chest would tie up and form a kind of knot or a bow. Like a bow tie. This bow in her chest would extend into her arms until her hands lost their purpose of control and started shaking. Shake. "What if it is a monster or an alien or an unknown enemy or a murderer or a smart wild animal?" She said out loud because this was not a thinking matter. She was a rational girl and had rational thoughts which would complicate things. This was obviously an irrational situation. And by irrational, I mean unlikely. "I can't take this anymore!" She stated loudly and irrationally. She flung open her window and shoved her head out into the air of confrontation! Her head jerked forward, to a slight left, a left, a slight right, a right, and then downward. Nothing or nobody or no one was around. She conveniently decided to pray to God for help. While looking up to pray, she realized why the action in the past sentence that was written was convenient. An answer. There the answer was. Avove all odds, and I mean above... was a fairy flying with an unporportionally large right arm which would explain the loud knock. "WHO ARE YOU?" The anonymous girl character cried! "A fairy." The fairy replied. "I come from a distant land in the sky which doesn't make it a land at all." The girl was intrigued. "My ancenstors have sent me. I'm on a mission." The fairy paused expecting to hear the girl ask what the mission was, but she didn't so the fairy continued. "A mission of TRUTH!" A gust of wind then shot down from the night sky for dramatic effects and to prove the importance of what the fairy had just said. "Truth?" The girl asked while feeling rather confused. "TRUTH!" The fairy yelled as another gust of wind followed. "Girl," the fairy said. "You are one of the few left who think rationally." "Okay." The girl responded. "Yes!" The fairy said with excitement. "That's exactly what I mean! You are so a matter of fact. And! You never day dream or cheat or destruct or go against that big gut." The fairy took her bigger arm and reached down toward the girl. She twisted her palm upward and unclenched her grip. She was holding onto a large rock. "Eat this." The fairy said. "Eat the rock? Are you insane!?" The girl questioned honestly and what a rational question this was in a situation like this. "Save your people that apparently need to be saved and eat the rock because if you can eat a rock, you are harder than a rock. We need a strong one to save the people." The girl ate the rock and then died. This was a test. The fairy shook her head and sighed. "Not another one." As she flew back into the sky of fairy people, she realized that nothing is ever rational. A gust of wind came again and blew her away as she turned into the sun.
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