A few moments ago I was laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling, while listening to Jim Morrison sing the lyrics to "Break On Through". [Oh, how I love my Doors, Greatest Hits CD.] I was processing the lyrics of the song while I followed the motions of a fruit fly, which was currently perched on my bedroom's overhead light fixture. The light was out of course [I had opened the drapes] otherwise the fly, who i decided to name Philippe, would be burnt to a crisp. But, back to Jim Morrison. I wondered if he had ever thought of taking his own advice to "break on through to the other side" before he offed himself at the young age of 27 [or was it 28?]. It was just something I about, and so I decided to write it down.
Well Diary, I must discontinue my writing now so I can leave. I'm late for my daily job of being a negative influence for young girls in society. Oh, what a busy day, because I also have to go and act the part of a disease infested whore in the southside. That, I admit, is just for kicks and giggles.
Goodbye For Now,
Emma Jane.allpoetry.com/Column/2273988 Part One
I'm late for my daily job of being a negative influence for young girls in society.
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very awsome.. good job... i see felling and you made the short colom come to life.. id love to hear more.. if u ever write more, juss let me kno...
love chloe
"keep up the good work"
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I enjoyed this, rather alternative type of writing...Much love, and what street are you working???...
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Hehe, keep up the good work! I want to see more of this
Going into the bit about the fly was very detailed and set a nice scene
Worked very well
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