I saw this pregnant 14 year old today and all I could think about was how it could be possible that anyone would find them self wanting to fuck an ugly and grumpy thing like that. I'm such a bad person.
I was sitting outside the classroom waiting to go in, and I saw an airplane hit the tower. The TV was obviously on. I used to fly myself and I said, "There's one terrible pilot."
- George W. Bush -
I don't know if I have it in me to get back into writing again. Not only do I feel like a let-down to everybody on the network I support, but I just can't muster the physical and emotional energy to do it.
"Life calls out the meaning of pure jubilance,
if you'll only take the time to hear it."
~ Words of Ivory ~
A poem. I must write a poem in reply to that. I've only written two poems in my life, one of which I'm very fond of, and it seems the number will soon be three. What will it be about? A feature, yes, a bodily feature. Something notable, something worthy of words. I would choose the nose, that fountain of . . . well, you know. But it would be--no it wouldn't. It wouldn't be redundant at all; it would be perfection. Very well, then, a poem about a nose.
[ Ni > Ti > Fe > Fi > Ne > Te > Si > Se ][ 4w5 sp/sx ][ RLOAI ][ IEI-Ni ]
World Cup on the TV, a good lunch, and a cool breeze coming through the window. Life is good.
Murphy Brown: What is it with us? Why can't we take the easy road once in awhile?
Avery Brown: Because it's boring and dishonest and uncomfortable, like wearing a pair of shoes all day that pinch your feet.
He is a man who, bought a Citröen DS and felt frustrated, then went to the cinema after consuming some mind-altering drug, and, wrote a one-thousand word rant about each of those situations; which are regarded as academic material.
I want tomorrow´s test to be over. I just can´t stand it.
"An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise."