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[title] => DREAMING OF DIALOGUE AND MODERN LOVE
[time] => 2008-12-11 11:18:29
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[bodytext] => " Indeed I catch your drift. I hear ya man. I totally agree. That's what I think. I know what you mean. Yeah....Sure....I guess so....I don't know Miss. That sounds very dirty. Am I that capable shotgun? There! On your mantle next to the ashes and those unwrapped Communist photographs. You know what? I will crack your eyes open wide." And she, so sad, I invite. " I know. I know. Please do not be afraid. It will be great............. She has definitely been here before and she smells like a campfire. I totally know what you mean." And knowing the outcome, I shave my skin alone. Naked, innocent in stark repose. " Open the one on the left " she whispered. And knowing the outcome, A sense of smell in Technicolor. She suggested I cease my heavy breathing. And I spiked her straight. A silver crucifix and she bled solid: Inconsistent but chronic nonetheless. I know what you think. I think you may be passing on. That incessant rhythmic wailing. The banshee splitting the cold October morning. My wife eyed me with confident disdain And handed me a cup of instant coffee. She forgot about smiling for now. I watch her dress and bless the trinity across her chest With cheap perfume. Beauty is so painful these days. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 14 [informant] => RitalinKid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 40 [ratings] => 8 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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