ROFLYou'd think I'd have done something with my life by now, with my work... Meh. Some people are trees, but there are a shit load more of us that are grass. :-P
~manadrake
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Burden of ShivaBurden of ShivaBurden of Shiva
It helps to realize you're dying.
See, the thing is, you never asked about it - never looked for it and it was there, at least for a moment, in the early stages that chance for innundation; revivification. It was in the eyes,
movement. A moment to realize, then its gone.
Maybe its better, maybe you're better off.
Sometimes when we talk about Canada, mention terrorism, any of the various other things we know nothing about suddenly an ape can become a god, hold his stick proudly and declare to the world - "you know what? fuck you." &nb
by ~manadrake
Eat or be EatenEat or be EatenEat or be Eaten
Its like this: two hours till sunset, two hours, and all you can think about is passion - the strength of man to belittle the storm. And outside blares warm Latino accordian, polka-esque, inside thoughts are much colder; calculation - as if Scrooge himself had never met the ghosts and instead partitioned out threads, strands of fate; of cost the wages of things.
And if you wonder, you fall. The television light dreams of dark things... you should be feeling sorry for the soldiers, those brave souls embracing death for a caus
by ~manadrake
The Post Office and MosesThe Post Office and MosesThe Post Office and Moses
I know two things -- People, and the Post Office.
Two colors: blue and red priority packaging and angry faces.
"After all, Son, the Pony Express could get a letter from Lubbock to Chicago in just under a week. -- Took you 10 days."
"Yesser, sorry. My horse was bred in India. He's used to
Asian climates."
by ~manadrake
CrestfallenCrestfallenCrestfallen
You know, we try not to disappoint people, we really do. Ignorant bubbles of personality - bump, fearing the friction, the frailty of surface tension that our world would implode, and theirs that we would slide into oblivion together, strangers - but for a mingling of water, and soap.
And in slow motion, its not just an instant pop. its a crumbling, a chain of chaos, uncontrolled save for the inexorable pull of gravity, and the separation - that indignant reality of being stripped naked having indif
by ~manadrake
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The sea was angry that day, my friends.
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Breaking entering
The dark and lonely places
Finding a big gun
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"Good teaching is 1/3 preparation and 3/4 theater" - Gail Goodwin
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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00:37:09 <GunShyMartyr> Why is ~mypenis a seniorpoet?
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"he didn't want to be alone."
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Breaking entering
The dark and lonely places
Finding a big gun
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