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[aid] => mick
[title] => In the manner of a fly.
[time] => 2007-05-19 12:19:03
[hometext] => playing ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => Sometimes, when I am all alone, sitting against the backdrop of my wall cross-legged and stretching in the manner of a fly after having just finished with its meal of sugary vomit, I look into my hands and I am filled with wonder. The remote has gone missing again. I hate losing things. Hell of a bad feeling that is, Like a blunt crusading statement of stupidity. Now where in hell is the goddamned remote! I found it. It took me twenty minutes, but- I found it. It was on my bed- Stupid bed. Stupid remote- It will never be my fault. It is the gremlins Or the gnomes, Or the wicked leery moments Of deep thought, (i.e.; deep thought suggests hiding remote from self). Sometimes, when I am all alone, lounging in the backdrop of my wall cross-legged and stretching in the manner of an old Indian mound washing away with rain, I look into my hands and laugh. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 66 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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