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commented annoyance [10 May 2008|05:18pm] [ mood | annoyed ] will somebody PUH LEAZ tell all of the guys who think girls are attracted to guys who "drive fast cars"..... we aren't.

commented beware : do not read this poem [07 May 2008|04:01pm] [ mood | horny ] tonite , thriller was about an old woman, so vain she surrounded herself with many mirrors it got so bad that finally she locked herself indoors & her whole life became the mirrors one day the villagers broke into her house, but she was too swift for them. she disappeared into a mirror each tenant who bought the house after that, lost a loved one to the old woman in the mirror: first a little girl then a young woman then the young woman's husband the hunger of this poem is legendary it has taken in many victims back off from this poem it has drawn in your feet back off from this poem it has drawn in your legs back off from thias poem it is a greedy mirror you are into this poem. from the waist down nobody can hear you can they? this poem has had you up to here belch this poem aint got no manners you cant call out from this poem relax now & go with this poem move & roll on to this poem do not resist this poem this poem has your eyes this poem has his head this poem has his arms this poem has his fingers this poem has his fingertips this poem is the reader & the reader the poem statistic: the US bureau of missing persons re- ports that in 1968 over 100,000 people disappeared leaving no solid clues nor trace only a space in the lives of their friends

1 commented Inside Lansing Prison [28 Nov 2006|03:18pm] [ mood | sick ] After the fluorescents Have gone out, The screaming scrape Of the cell door Warns. Soon the room smells of man And a blue uniform is Whispering her way. She asphyxiates on his balmy Rancid exhale. His hands, Filmy and knobby From a lifetime of nine to fives, Smother her most personal crevices. Stifling a gag, She bites And feels the steel Enforcer in the soft dip of her back. He plunges into her with His self-prescribed Justice.

commented [27 Nov 2006|04:06pm] [ mood | calm ] Spare Change You know, you’re just like a penny. Born in ’84, you’ve been pawed over, and passed through everyone’s hands until you’re discarded, forgotten in an old coat pocket. Tragic.

1 commented [25 Nov 2006|09:25pm] [ mood | drained ] I hope in the future, Americans are thought of as warlike, vicious people, because I bet alot of high schools would pick "Americans" as thier mascot.

commented a shot at a cinquain! [25 Nov 2006|09:08pm] BALANCE You can carefully weigh your steps as you shimmy down tightropes, but the world sees up your skirt.

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