OMG, what is it? Wee hours of the morning? Have i been drinking whisky for a while? Oh yes i have! Time for a poem pulled out of the past tense! You know you love it.
Thursday, February 23, 2005
grar. Dissertations are boring; constant reading, notemaking, cross-referencing, structuring… Barely any room for creativity at all. Yawn-o-Rama. Was reading up on Pull my Daisy last night before taking a little break to do a little random stream-o-conciousness, out of which I pulled the following piece. The title has just this second been thought up, well, remembered. I think I had it set as my microsuck messanger name for a while and its alot more interesting than the original title; let he without sin cast the first stone.
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the shell, the skin
wrapped in plastic
soda sloshing around your insides
These times, they are d-caying
ice cap melting, ozone depletion
please don’t mention where all the happy gone?
Just two right feet writ big in our souls
stick needles in our neighbours
for blood and oil and jesus christ
got high with Mohammad and the Buddha
you fools! I’ll scratch your eyes out. Don’t look at me cock-eyed
you’ll lose more than your pretty face.
Cast stones not he with out sin.