| Wednesday, March 29, 2006 |
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Under all the mess
is clean
a clean that sparkles
so much that it
makes boy bands
dance with jazz hands
and slutty pop singers
flutter about on stage.
under all that clean
is a lemon scent
so odorous and foul
that men run from
my house
and women plug their
noses while
holding them high in the air.
Think you're better than me?
Under all that self-doubt
is a confidence
that screams to all the boy bands
and all those slutty pop-singers
and all those men and women
with their noses so high
and says
FUCK
YOU
!
Ugh, I feel under the weather...
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I suppose I'm in an odd place this AM. Lots of things are going on, and I'm not sure how to process them. I should be excited about some things, and other things I get excited about are ill-received, and that's just no good.
I just hope that those who oppose me die, and then I'll be free to rule the world and smite those that question me. That would be cool...
Design... what a crock sometimes, eh? |
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