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[sid] => 2758
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Chutzpah Adversity
[time] => 2002-08-25 20:54:12
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => The evil species checks in at midnight.
"Mother," she says, "my fingernails have started to grow back in again." "Really?" she inquires. "Yes," she responds, "he has many wonderful tricks in his little bag of magic, all of which I'm sure you'd hate. "Whatever do you mean child?" she asks. "His life's work! Killing you with all his love," she says," it's his bag Mother. That's why I love her. She isn't stupid. Her tasty sweet lips trapped in that guilty smile: I miss her. She looks at the last three bites and decides not to finish her pancakes. Just then her secret love pulls into the parking lot. "Well," she thinks "another three bites couldn't hurt," as her love is seated within reach. (Who will make the first move). Enter the savior; the missing link; an acquaintance of hers is joining her love. With a guilty smile and rolling eyes, she joins them. The rest is history. "Where's the love! Where's the drug deal!" she says in her lover's flat. "The what?" he asks laughing. "My book," she says, "I have something to write." "Oh, it's in my bag," he responds, "'absorbing energy', or some such." "Ah that's right," she says pausing, "what a stupid concept." They exchange a pleasant glance. "All along we've neglected the little ones' pacing along the greenest weasel!" he states, "the sweat and rain for a most perfect hair day." "Yes!" she says, "I actually am quite famished, thank you Love." "Shells and alfredo?" he asks. "I could only hope so," she concurs, "but don't forget your love of basil!" My love of basil is worthy of science fiction. Do not expect the absence of this seasoning when I cook for you. There isn't much I couldn't add it to, so watch your mouth. "I agree," she says, "you would look like van Gogh's self portrait with your head shaved." Her comment stemming from a debate held several hours prior. "Ah, I see," he responds, "you just didn't want to kill the conversation." "Exactly," she says, "and I just love the look on your face when I dismiss the obvious." He reenacts the look. "I also don't want you to shave your head," she adds, "I much prefer you and your Roger Daltrey fixation." "Thanks," he says, "but what about the Mick Jagger?" "What about the Joni Mitchell?" she responds, "Let me paint you." My favourite poetic element, the allusion, used in common discourse. That's why I love her. She's clever that way. Her gorgeous situation and the back roads driving home: somehow I had missed her when I once was searching. "Where are you now?" he asks. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 24 [informant] => Adam_Gaucher [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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