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[title] => Confessions of Inanimate Objects
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[bodytext] => Confessions of Pistachio Pudding The pudding said to the whipped cream "I love the way you feel on top of me... all light and sugary...but I have a confession I was not always a bowl of Pistachio Pudding I used to be Lancelot And I suspect you were once Guinevere I suspect that maybe Dave Matthews Was once Mozart I suspect that writers reciprocally create the same masterpieces over and over again Just changing them But leaving the same message and thus "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," became "Satellite" I suspect that possibly Arthur Laurents was William Shakespeare and that's why Westside Story and Romeo and Juliet are so similar I suspect a lot of things that animate objects would never suspect When you're inanimate you see things others can't and so my delectable whipped cream I suspect I have known you before." Confessions of a Blow torch The Blowtorch said to the Steel "I am going to enjoy this More than you know Believe you me We reap what we sow Like bright burning fire turns wood to gray ashes Like a Singapore criminal that gets thirteen lashes It is now my turn to burn into you For three past lives I suffered through You were rubber while I was glue You were the slaughterhouse while I cried out "Moo!" You were the white man And my people the Sioux But the past is the past We start a new And this is my turn "to do" what I do Like kismet karma on a merry-go-round The truth is false The lost is found I burn you steel I feel your pain I've cried your cry I feel no shame." * It should be ironically noted that the steel was in no way bothered by the flame or heat of the blowtorch Confessions of a Swirly Straw The Swirly Straw said to the Clear Cola "I don't mean to pry but I'm tired of getting double teamed Like some harlot in a trashy movie If I wanted so many ménage a trios' I would have wished to be a porn star Or possibly a prostitute And even if I were born Jenna Jameson, Francesca Le, or Kobe Tai I would have chosen a different occupation Yes, it's true I was Cleopatra in a past life And perhaps I was the infamous Jezebel also And perhaps I enjoy the physical act of sex A little too much But there is something very unsettling about my top being tongued and sucked on while a river of sticky sweet liquid Is shot up my bottom twisting and turning through my body like a shivering orgasm And besides your effervescing bubbles are tickling me in all the wrong spots So the next time this anonymous person puts his lips to me make yourself scarce and get out of my way or mark my words you'll pay energy has a funny way of coming back to you and reimbursing the guilty for all the things they do." Excerpt from: The Chemicals Between Us By: Joseph DeMarco [comments] => 2 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Anazasi420 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 111 [ratings] => 25 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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