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that is me toilet terrorizing .

my name is a word I made up some time ago, its the equivilent of:

oh no!
drat!
bollux!
crap!
dddaaayyuuum
that's not good
darn
come off the grass!


its like a mild disapointment. hahahahaha and can be taken very lightly hahaha





some poets to check out arrree:

jettison - (my twin. not literally, but we basicly share the same life but in different countries lol)

tamilosophy - (the other half of my brain. we share the same thoughts in two different minds.. kind of lol)

miSSareY - (my concience. she brings everything into focus - reminds me that my imganination isnt real lol)

redstormy - (my advisor. her poems always teach me something new)

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The spanish apartment:

Isabelle: It's a shame you're not a girl.
Xavier: The world's badly made.



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Virginia Woolf quotes

"You don't see sky until you live here"

"The only thing in this life is music - music and books and one or two pictures. I am going to found a colony where there shall be no marrying - unless you happen to fall in love with a symphony of Beethoven - no human element at all, except what comes Art - nothing but peace and endless meditation"  (I agree with this immensely.)

"My Spring melancholy is developing in these hot days into Summer madness"

"I am so susceptible to female charms in fact I once offered my blistered heart to one in Paris, if not two"

"Your researches into my hand went to show that my heart was just as strong as my head"

"I shed secret and bitter tears over it"

"But my present feeling is that this vague and dream like world, without love, or heart, or passion, or sex, is the world I really care about, and find interesting."

"And I saw the Kangaroo, with its baby in its pouch, and it licked its nose, and wiped its eyes. That is Violet; I cried."

"Nessa is no genious, though she has all thehuman gifts; and genious is an accident"

"I am haunted by the thought that I can never know what wha anyoen is feeling."





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home.comcast.net/~riversrages/conversation_within.htm

go there go there go there
its a conversation a person had with Herself. A person who has multiple personality disorder.





I make that my policy for life ... it's more fun if you let it unfold. - lou rhodes.

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No matter what anyone says
the beauty of a person is at the skin
thats plain awful truth of it.

don't they know
how much she envies
thir perfect body
with their perfect curves
(and why can't she have the same shapes they do?)

oh your brittle body is so sweet
its so small like I child
I wish I could keep you
I'd adopt you
yes, we all want to have our own one of you.

(there's not enough of her to multiply
there's barely enough of one of her to exist.)

tell me oh great traumatised one
how did this sickness befall you
what horrible life have you lead?
what wrong deed has been cast upon your mind?
what struggles is that you've pushed through?

she says: nothing. There's nothing. I'm anorexic, and I can deal with that.

(striving for the perfect point, but she's gone beyond perfection)



together.

she likes him
she likes the way his cheeks sink in
the way he singles out his food
his wide eyes and pouting lips

his comments on all the ugly people that pass them in the street.

I like you (she says)
because you're just like me.


her.

she doesn't judge (but she's shallow)
she doesn't comment (in front of others)
she doesn't weigh herself (too afraid the number will grow.)


she pleads:

tell me what its like
oh please tell me what it's like
to sleep with no pains
to sleep with no measurements
to walk without stumbling
to talk with one thought.

give me the look of a woman
give me her curves and her power
give me the chance to be who I am
without the skin or the fat of the people.
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i know there's nothing i can say to make you stop reading my poems but if your name is Karl then dont. that's all I'll ask of you. even though I know I've asked you not to before and you have anyway. just dont be a dickhead and respect that I don't want you reading it.