A friend of mine messaged me on MySpace and asked me how I was.
I wrote this poem back...
Hey
I am doing OK
if by OK
you mean
the same as always
which we might
want to wonder
and worry
about
as
I am not OK
usually.
so
why
would I write that I am OK
now?
maybe it is just easier
to write
"i am ok"
as
it can be difficult
to discuss
the hopelessness
that lies coiled at the
heart of existence.
via e-mail.
p.s.
Congrats on the new baby!
What was once the blog that got me fired. Now try and figure it out. I intend to Track the eventual overthrow of mankind by robots. Conspiracy theories. Election Fraud concerns. Documenting the Silent Totalitarianism of the Surveillance Society. Or maybe this is just my real life, only fictionalized.
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, April 27, 2007
Kirsten Dunst has small boobs
Kirsten Dunst has small boobs that don't move around
They stay put.
They stay put.
Stuck in the middle of her chest
they are
pissed
off
at the big titted
chests
they are
pissed
off
at the big titted
chests
Because they will always be
small
inconsequential,
mediocre
like me.
I hope kirsten doesn't stumble on this blog
or read the mean things others say about her.
Or get depressed
when she stops to think
about her small tits.
I love big tits
but I like small tits too.
But I am sure
I wouldn't like being stuck
in the middle
like small tits
on a girl
who wants to be pretty.
I don't need to be the happy of a girls with big tits
I want to be small tit happy
like you Kirsten
I want to be small tit happy
like you Kirsten
so I can bend over
by the side of the pool
and pick up the paper
without much cleavage showing
and pick up the paper
without much cleavage showing
but I won't read the nasty things
they say in the paper
just the good news
because I am a chickenshit coward
like my father before mejust like luke skywalker says
or bukowski did
in a documentary today
go back to sleep kirsten
where you can dream away your small tits
and where you don't have to apologize
for dreaming away
in your dreams it's ok to have insecurities
about small tits
about small boobs
it's ok you bent over
it's ok if I see them
'cuz I won't say anything mean
or write
anything nasty
anything nasty
I'll just write you love poems
and rub lotion on your back
because you freckle easy
and my lips will get cold
from all the wine we drink
swallowing our youth
like bitter
lawn darts
like bitter
lawn darts
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