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In post-modern society there are two main avenues of sale: identitification and frenzy. She's as hot as a spoon full of boiling crack! Now there's a dish I'd like to eat off! There's a damsel I'd like to distress. That's an ass formed by the gods! There's an ass to launch 1,000 ships! The medium = the message. Tippity tap-tap consise, deleted, haiku-like, digital On-Off 1 0 1111111111 n0 Tippity tap-tap Cut and Pastiche It's like... so... modern! Poetry take me away~~ I have come not to destroy Furman, but to fulfill it! People aren't involved in Community because they don't have to be The question of humanity comes down to this: monkeys, robots, spirits, or a combo of some sort? You would think time would find a comfortable spot and stay there... Maybe that's what death is. Does man love God for the same reason that I loved DeAnn: a total lack of alternatives? #include<iostream.h> class Man { public: void Sex( int accident) { cout << ". I wonder what life means... Maybe my kid will learn" << endl; Man *Life = new Man(accident); delete Life; cout << "I figured it out too late. Shit." << endl; } Man( int wow ) { cout << wow; Sex( wow + 1 ); } private: Man *Life; double Questions[1000]; double Problems[1000]; double Pain[1000]; unsigned int Happiness[4]; }; void main ( ) { Man Adam(0); } Bad food => Character Only eat other people's food in the cafeteria, not any food of my own. I got the muddy shoe blues I don't know what to do the stars in the sky they're all laugh'n' 'bout you They're all RED, RED, Ready to walk out the door into rain and explore but they cain't stand my muddy shoes no, I cain't stand my muddy shoes Lines (queues) work only because of societal pressure - the fear of putting someone else out. A true Superman would not be detained by one. I played it as cool as Bose-Einstien Condensate and as smoothe as super fluid helium. It'd be cool if at church every couple months or so, we washed each other's feet. Try to not bring up or talk about sex for a whole day. If it stopped raining for a year and the news never mentioned it would you notice? "Broken Mirrors" our love is like Broken Mirrors shards lay on the floor reflections cut fingers feelings do more I saw who I wanted to see I was who you wanted to be but love, but love, it was not made for me seven years, seven years, seven years, without you seven years, seven years, seven years, won't do bad luck's not enough to keep us apart it was bad luck right from the start I see reflections, when you look at me a drop of blood from the broken mirror gash it could stain the carpet left unchecked, you might stay Sex without love is like taste without smell - it all becomes so much potato mash to swallow after a while Wallace Hume Carothers - Invents nylon, kills self. ø In my dream, last night I was with Emily Ball. My life disappoints. Magnolia seed, vagina, hand grenades litter rectangular spaces between buildings and on and on with no sharing That kids grow up wanting to be "Marine biologists" is a sign that America is a messed up place. the alarm clock rings in your ear the dry chalk dust on your skin the glass shards on the floor the love made of sin broken, broken, broken mirrors your reflection bad reception leads me in the funhouse the distortion an abortion of all we believed in all papercuts and sore throats castles fall in the moats and damsels, damsels distress! Video games are pornography, because they take the pain out of defeat, thus making defeat more painful. Nothing makes me more melancholy than cold winter air at night... An individual is their impact on the world. Normal people have nothing in common. Drinking is giving up and admitting that thinking makes life worse. ~the stars our only companions~ I'm not in love with people; I'm in love about people. I believe in exactly as much chaos as the situation demands. "The only thing we have in common is we're both in love with you." --My mother to my father in the early days of their marriage, as reported by my mother idea for performance art: destroy your life. Like a ripe fruit my lover I pluck her from the tree Can there be any doubt that earth is the shittiest planet in the universe? Write a story about "Setsuko Myers" or "Summerset O'Neal". Note: She drives a stick shift. my cacoethes occurs. You can't kill what you can't change I'm your sea shell collection you loved me on the beach you left me on the shore 20% more kick ass than required by F.C.C. regulation. Ernest Hemingway: Confluence of conjuctions. The only thing my brain ever got me was a potted plant. "Cafeteria Memorium" Half known people and aquaintences mingle and buzz all around I sit with my stylus and scribble half forgotten poems and e-nothings whilest falling in love with passers-by and my belly aches dull from bad food and good character grease gathers on the glass scratches subvert the surface and I observe, unaware all hoping for someone to know Start restaurant, make sandwich called, "'wich burnt at the steak." A toasted steak sandwich. Another vaguery of life-art imitation interaction complex. a cold rain falls on the first day of spring geese shivering, waddle in frozen muck searching for food, a place warm boughs and branches freeze, fall from trees sleet piles high in walk ways and hidden spaces stinging crystals strike the face, chap the skin a preacher poet sings of beautiful creation but I think of the problem of evil and pain and milling now warm and dry contemplating changes seasonal I vow poverty, aesthetic lies pathetic but it's the first day of spring and a cold rain falls You're only a refugee until you have a gun.-brandon That's as hard as chinese scrable. This is 1914. The war starts in August. I have a dream that when I die, all the Carls are reunited. 70 year old Carl could talk philosophy with 17 year old Carl. 4 year old Carl would doodle with 8 year old Carl. 12 year old Carl would get 'the talk' from 20 year old Carl. And everyone could just walk around and talk and figure out which of us to blame ;) ... In my favorite anime, Neon Genesis Evangelion, the subject shifts over the course of 26 episodes from giant robots fighting monsters to the need for other people to fix the gaps in our souls. In the end, everyone is sent to celestial group therapy--which is probably a good thing. I dream in self-evident concepts. It's as hot as the devil's bladder in there. |