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[aid] => mick
[title] => Starshine
[time] => 2002-08-15 19:58:11
[hometext] => This one starts off as a love poem being told by a hospitalized girl, but through wordplay and twists, it ends having made no points whatsoever. A little silly and nonsensical, but i had to write something cuz of that annoying itch in my poetic little skull that craves writing. Again, some "creative spelling" in this one, so please don't change the words, Mick & co. It's already as it should be. Also, the word "erector" refers to a construction set for children, and nothing more, you dirty-minded people you.
[bodytext] => Opium houses
under fire from a mule. tell me now, what’s a girl to do? should i just cry like you know who when you send me your firing squad? boy, you make this really odd. and i don’t quite yet understand just what it means to be a man, but hands under the table, who says that i’m not able to ride the fiercest horses? let nature take its courses. here are the crim’nal records from when that brutus wrecked her with tools from an erector, so now i’m anarexor. and now blasphemous rumours, I feel like having tumours, while deep beneath the sewers the damned shall burn on skewers. And he is such a romancer and i’m all ate by cancer and what i think is rotten, no literally rotten. so i’ll take death by chocolate now baby, don’t you knock it or i might have a mock fit and blow up like a rocket. here, meet the suicide kings. they’re little men inside me. and when they bring me slumber, i can’t feel any dumber. there’s nothing quite like sinning ‘cept synchronizing swimming in the ol’ baptismal font. where the yellow abductees moan for the quaint essentials while they all slowly fester, some moaning more or lester. that, my friends and detesters, is the miracle of easter [comments] => 1 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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