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Bring and Brag / blood is the lipstick of wounds

August 21, 2005, 11:56:29 PM

Cool.

#2

Or Kill Me / blood is the lipstick of wounds

August 14, 2005, 09:31:55 AM

To stop prison riots...Why don't we just release all the prisoners?

Whee!

#3

Bring and Brag / Poems D:

August 14, 2005, 09:10:58 AM

I'm half-embarassed to show these. I'm not a real poemist, you see. But you guys seem like a nice enough bunch (aside from all the death threats and name-calling) and I am, like I said, only half-embarassed...So, um, why not? Most of them aren't exactly complete or revised or whatever the word is, so sorry.

THE INCOMPLETE WORKS OF KATHYBLAGHATHERON FENDERSON JR. THE THIRD
(they're untitled because I'm not a titley kind of guy...)
(hopefully you guys don't think they're lame and kill me D: )

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 ,Äú ohhh man-! ,,
We gotta get outta thisplace !!
{ I MEAN THEY
                   COME
                              FROM
                                         OUTER
                                                     SPACE !! }
the person that i'm talking to-
is that you) ...  ?
/orjust-   
??your face??

there
was a tear in the chair
a tear right there

why
a tear came to my eye!
I started to cry

so
the tear was sewn
and the chair went home

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I said I
killed
       a
         man.
(yes, I believe that's
              what I said.)
i killed him with an inkling
inside his silly head.
the inkling told him
      lots of
            things
like
            "I am a giant squid."

and it said,
"I think I'll kill ya."

         and that is what it did.

give your brother a big balloon
for his first birthday
then toss him in the air
and watch him float away

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So I'm just pluckin
                  along
when this lady's all
        "   Oh my God I
              { LOVE }
              that song!   "
   so                                  
       she
sticks around to watch        
me play;                      
      I kick it up a notch      
and pretty soon I've got a crowd.
I start to burn
the wires way out loud
 & my hands, they're literally smoking!
but if I stop I have to add
     o_o   "I am only joking" ,
Swallowed pride leaves a sting
but the only way outta here
   is to bust a
              banjo
                         string.

I see a red chair there
just sitting
on the deck there
that pretty red chair there
is oh so very bare
and if I
had a red chair
i wouldn't just
leave it there
unattanded
so that someone
like me
could just sit there
on the ground
and stare
at that red, red chair
and grow a gray hair
and wonder where
oh where
did the owner
of that red chair
go?

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F o u r t h  o f  J u l y
up in
Sacramento;
the air is
wet
and heavy.
(the people,
they're sweaty.)
Chris(topher) and Rose
live next to my
lonely grand-pa-pa.
Rose is a lady,
  she acts like a man.
(and Chris, he does
      the opposite   
                    of that.)
Gangsta homies
and
their daughters,
lighting cigarettes.
Who'll throw up first?
Everybody place your
                      bets.
I sit in grandpa's pine tree
and watch the court unfurl.
Lesbians, transvestites,
drunken Chip and gangsta girls.
This dis-appearing
la la land
is really full of gems,
these gems they're all
    my family
(I'll be crying when it ends.)

oh bethany
everybody knows you're going
no-where
ttime is tticking
away, away
how can you and mattie
stand to stay
here?
and what about your childhood?
no-where
you're going no-where

what part of _ go away _ cant you comprehend
quit knocking on the door to my
room, because
in here i'm rather
occupied
with the task at hand
(that is)
opening and closing my blinds &
sitting around &
thinking of what i said

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