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[aid] => mick
[title] => Porcelain cats, nonsense, and truth(for Half Pint)
[time] => 2005-03-08 00:13:46
[hometext] => it appears long...but you should read it ^_^ always, abraham
[bodytext] => There was a softness to her. The rouge and spittle of her hair. A hand, over shadow, spreads illumines and envelops. I laugh plain air laughing blue sky over clouded blue eyes. A chip is settled; a knick, a scar is settled in her thigh. Her tawny kiss failing over time. I sit and stare. I sleep. Porcelain cats sleep in porcelain chairs. I love. I cannot love. The world is an empty bed rotted in the street. The world is a rusting car housing dead horses housing dead men. There is a mad man sleeping in a dumpster in Phoenix Arizona There is a junkie There is a beautiful young girl called half pint dancing on Mill avenue looking for a meal. And I am sitting comfortably writing nonsense on an eight hundred dollar computer. Let me tell you about Half pint. Half Pint ran away from an abusive home. I guess her father molested her or beat her or maybe both i never really asked So Half pint lived in an old broken down home in Scottsdale she would hop the train back to Tempe and go down to Mill looking for something to eat. They found her dead in some squat I don't know the details but I don't need to know. I never really felt anything for her... she was a beautiful young girl who sang and danced for change while i sat and watched and drank a four dollar chai latte while i went home HOME and ate steak and drank wine and stayed dry. And you all of you you are no different than I you are the people who throw quarters in her cup... and you can say i would do more I would take her and feed her and love her and care for her but you, like me, would turn away from her and in years ahead write some garbage about how your life is wretched how you cant find happiness or love or the strength to go on. Half pint was the only truth there is. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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