cellulose too god far

you and life problems can go dig yourselves a hole,

do i really give a damn about the fact you caught a cold?

i mean -at least make it a sentence, if you will to be confused.

my idea of blasphemy is the right being abused

and now enters problems of the world, Kristina, yes,

ok, you and eric challenge jess and seb at best

(heart)

but i have solved the mystery, the question being quested,

love is a word, not a reason or a fact,

or a child being molested,

or a fig being digested,

YOU GO GURL, CELLULOSE, YOU SHOW THAT VILLI SOME ROUGHAGE,

but other than that, people have had enoughage.

c'mon, youre sad? really? are you for real?

you're 16, and you act like you've just lost at deal or no deal,

i'm sad when i burn my tongue on a hot meal,

or when the tunnel i built from sand collapsed,

when the old woman walks onto the ledge, in titanic, ,

and throws her jewel, but doesnt panic,

and then i think, 2 break ups in a weekend,

now thats a problem, officer, is the meeting adjourned?

honestly, its not empathetic, not my concern,

just a tad sympathetic, but i dont feel it sad,

i dont feel it love, and maybe not even rad,

just take some paprika and sprinkle it on your soup,

you'll be on your way the next day, sitting in your group,

listening, as miss beaudin would, to their stories,

but Kristina, are they just words, are they worries,

are they a childs glories,

'i found a penny' says it, 'i can buy 2 mcflurries'

but 2 couples broke up,

true it may, the wisdom has given up,

and these are just words, but paprika,

you go gurl, katinka, cellulose, keep roughing those walls,

or they'll not want your soup,

have it with sour cream,

its a dream.

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you rusty little cow humpers...

i should do a poem fugue on my next one..

now i just feel like seuss,
writing poems, what the duce?
not my calling,
thoughts are stalling,
all of a shit, all y'all blogging,
did you know the day is near,
dont buy crap, stay clear,
sony, toshiba, hilfinger,
panasonic, telephone bringer,
scholastic, in schools you linger,
curse you all, the twenty-sixth,
be a mennonite,
save your money
(man with orange,
he's real pissed,
who needs insurance,
when your buying needs are dismissed?)

i'm done, good buy

a kilogram of cottage cheese

I have two nostrils, but one nose. I have one head, but many hairs. Four fingers, and an opposable thumb - or one hand and five digits.

Revolution is the turn of an idea, vacation is the exit of an idea.

on the peloponnesian war

invading Syracuse was ambitious,

finish, eat it, its delicious,

that octopus and olive from a grove,

lives only on its dishes,

stained pottery, ceramic white,

greece, once, twice, us enlight

Alcibiades must have been vicious,

leaves his country for his God,

leaves his god for his enemy,

he returns,

not to Hermes,

but the war was ambitious,

peace hardly claimed by Nicias,

left to battle, right to front,

not to Hermes,

battle thrice, not olive, wheat

he returns,

to late - their beat

but the food at least delicious,

impressed Hermes, a feat,

not the people, the culture,

and so it goes,

Iago knows,

the length, 30 near,

count the day, count the year,

but the olive grows,

not a poppy at Flander's,

but in greece's groves,

so the olive grows.

fuusch aqalei, el pup ahm x.

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looks like im on a ball.
not a beach ball, or volley ball, or soccer ball, or testicle ball, or bouncie ball, or hockey puck, or disco ball, or ball park, or Baltimore, or a dodgeball, or a basket ball, or Mr. Baldwin, or balsamic sause, or a baluga whale, or a balloon, or a hibernating squirrel.
no, i am on a ball - like a roll ball... i am on a roll, thats it..
not an honour role, or a roleplaying game, or a rolls royce, or rollerblades, or roulette, or justin rowlandson, or roll over, or chernoble.
no i am on a roll, on a ball, because i remembered to write here.. that right world, screw you, cause i remembered...
screw alzheimers too..

ok, i'm done
see you in bed