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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 22
Sign: Taurus

City: Waynesboro
State: Pennsylvania
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/23/2006

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Just Shot M.. (2)
Tuesday, July 08, 2008 
Here's a few poems I wrote in April-ish to present. I was not any drugs. Well, at least not the first-person variety anywho. :D Enjoy!

~Viscosity~
Your chemicals seep through the phone lines,
disentregrating into flakes of sweet potpurri...
Folded plastic gazes stare at me from afar, menacingly, trecherious.
Lazer beams ring off in the distance, false truths whispered under coarse breaths
Post-coital nicotine dances about amonst my taste buds, yearning
Sand dunes drash from a wave of a eucalyptus leaf...

Blood hairs slice through her bosoms' pores, comforted she drifts to sleep.
Time slips through my fingers as I ponder where the fuck it all goes.
Worms of ribcage ripple softly under your skin,
my hand runneth over...
His voice sends static vibrations through my fingertips, minimalism.
"Cellophane is the new bronze," baby.
(4.16.08)

~Cain + Alicia~
She sits, perched indian style,
in her natural habitat.
Her thoughts race around on the same racetrack in her mind.
After a few tiring laps, they jetison out of her body,
the wind carrying them to an unexpected passerby,
a deer fly, convulses to its death of overpowering human thought.
Flys buzz around this new object in their habitat,
she wants to tell them she's not dead,
what's their problem?
She hears crackling of branches.
She turns around quickly, a paranoid cat watching out for intruders.
Alas,
no visitors.
Just the wind.
(6.3.08)

~Untitled~
The ribbons tighten around my brain.
I feel it tighten with every pulse.
A ribbon around a bomb, is what they called it...
I breathe in and out, the headache worsens,
I inhale deeply, getting every last incendiary into my system.
Release...
Topsy turvy, round and round
My soul does loops inside my mortal shell.
Swimming through a delicious fog, the ribbon loosens,
just enough,
to breathe.
(6.7.08)

meg
3:41 AM
 
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Just Shot Myself in the Foot

 
Of course you weren't - how could you be "any drugs"? You could be "ON any drugs" but not "any drugs," lest human skin be psychoactive. Blah - I digress...

I detect a certain me-ness in your post's title, but I also detect a certain narcissism in this moment.

Anywhos..................

Awesome hangin out, bangin out, n drankin out in the latter daze of 08.

So you're still cumzzzin to le town of Lewis over New Year's. Coose-cooz- you'll git ta see da dern chip drawp thang.

N perhaps smoke sum Sally D (if cha feels it in yer wheelzes)...

I wantcha to check yer massages - basically, it turns out I ain't so dern good at keepin tracks o me shat...........................
 
Posted by Just Shot Myself in the Foot on Friday, December 26, 2008 - 11:56 PM
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Kafka Udoltsova

 
I hate to break it to ya, babe, but I believe the hint of narcissism you're detecting is on yer own breath. The title deriving from the Pink Floyd song, is referring to myself. I posted these on here with the idea in mind that I could quite possibly be the poet.

HA take that BITCH! You try to bring me down but I'm not fooled!! Muhahahahahahahahah.

I got yer message and now you got a reply to your comment.

~Ha.~
 
Posted by Kafka Udoltsova on Saturday, December 27, 2008 - 5:03 AM
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