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**this (song) is lame

**this (song) is lame

i feel like i am in an elevator

in that place where you are in waiting what's it called

purgatory or something

i imagine it would be something like this

and you're just waiting and waiting and you eat a cracker and drink some OJ maybe and you're like....um O.K. (refer to **title)

i am writing

i am in class

it's raining

we are listening to surf rock

it brings a nice warmth to the dreariness outside

i gaze through the window

i feel ok

i wear partly wool gloves

with the fingertips cut out

they are pretty comfortable

these shoes i am wearing

feel like house shoes

i try not to get my feet wet

by carefully dodging puddles

i have so much to do in the next nineteen days (o please do not mention my time frame)

but it will get done

eventually

i am through with this

at least

blanketed

digestion suggestion

happy turkey day, y'all.

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I also recommend submitting to it.

in clover

NEWS OF ORLEANA

decadent, obtuse bouncing sparkles

on a hazy, thick-air night

flamboyance at her best. feathers swinging,

painted figures playfully gleaming.

mounds and mounds of beads

dangling down barely covered breasts.

fruiting towers, sexual power, favoured

faces; masks that silence the

soul beneath, drunken.

dizzy.

out for speed.

taken by excitement, lost in

excess, finding an evening for foreplay

success.

left at a party, passed

dead to the floor.

News of Orleana, we hear

no more.

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five stars

d / (e's)/ F A U L T/

INSOMNIAC:

watches the sunrise

eats animal crackers

& with a hint of caffeine, is in for

A.M.: clearly the calmest

calmly the clearest

macbook battery >434 cycles

flamingo flaunting

infatuated with splashing

INSOMNIAC: (STILL NOT SLEEPY)

listens to song on repeat at least 30 times until 'sick of it'

if song proves its potential , indefinite listening.

(don't) GIVE IT UP

title

pizza breath

you taste like pepperoni

get out of my face, kid

where were you last night anyway?

i heard you left your dog inside all weekend

what were(n't) you thinking?

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just type-U_S-out correctly,

paste our links in carefully and upload

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oh but we have missing links

we read as, 'Error'

we're obviously misspelled

HTMHELL

our password failed.

clean sheets

Her freshest linen, white with cerulean palm trees and tropical flowers

A fluffed airy duvet cover hugging thin sheets, keeping captive

dancing images in such states, still

fabric softener never fails to pour aroma into

cotton

also allowing such softness for slumber

she shaved her legs tonight, 11:38 PM late eve

in anticipation of sliding into her bed of

springy ECSTACY.

Why restlessness from anxiousness

kept her awake till 2:15 AM she

understood not

Her back stinging, still

from sleeping on others' floors, pull-out beds, and twin mattresses

five separate houses, this week.

In order with whom: none the same

young man, girl, girls, grandma, young man

it was pleasant to pass out in her own room for once.

your plasticity puzzles me.

'it doesn't mean shit'

been 'losing it' all day

just spilt supper cereal milk all over my keyboard

took off the 'e' and 'command' key

leopold my macbook is o.k.

, but

i am not.

little problem? you got no clue

big problems

break down

breaking down

breaking on downward

into corner of wall

into comforter on laundry room floor in corner of wall

and cry