Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Three things...
1) If you want to destroy my sweater. (I don't want to destroy your tank-top.)
Hold this thread as I walk away. (Let's be friends and just walk away.)
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked. (Hate to see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies.)
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor
I've come undone!.....
2) Pirates of the
: Dead Man's Chest - awsome movie. Somewhere between that clean feeling after having flossed and a kickboxing match featuring Chuck Norris's grandma.3) And now for lame poetry moment presented Time(not the magazine). Time: just try living without it, we dare you.
Musings as I watched two spiders of equal size cross my ceiling:
I persued the road that would take me nowhere
and found myself
here.
Or there, I'm still not quite sure which.
My deviations taken from the truthful paths unbent,
Or to say the debt I've taken in the youthful credit lent,
give just cause to blame
my pride.
My wonderful, stupid, stupid
pride.
Somewhere to within the whiteness of your lies
I can account for the blindness in my eyes;
which blindness cured me from
sight.
Like getting rid of that bloody turd, the spell-checking paper clip.
To which I ponder the following:
Let's say I left my identity here and hitchhiked Somewhere,
I feel that trials' journey would course through me
and I'd end up
here.
Or there, I'm still not quite sure which.
2 Comments:
Posted very early in the morning.
I hate that paper clip. Ooh, how I hate him.
Not so late when I get home at ten, watch the Simpsons, chat with the parents, then watch Elimidate, Blind Date, and then...wait...Pee Wees Playhouse? Ummm, no thanks, I think I'll just blog.
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