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Holey excrement!

I break apart in spades and hearts
my supercollider ripping holes in the fabric of space
big fucking holes
like sausages
only bigger
and not made of meat.
These holes, huge i tellya.
Not so huge that you could say, fit the world through one,
Confidentially, I never had much pride.

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Don't touch me.
Written October 15th, 2005

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  • sycophant
    July 15, 2006
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    In a word, Thanks.


  • hyacinthgirl silver member
    July 14, 2006
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    fabulous

  • sad-but-true
    October 21, 2005
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    This was a great way to explain how you can fall apart emotionally at a snap of a whip. I enjoyed this poem, keep up the great work! ~val~


  • The Burning Year
    October 19, 2005
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    wow..im not to sure what to make of this..but hey..its still bubblicious!!


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    October 19, 2005
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    I don't really know why, but I like this comically random piece. The leap to the last line makes it work for me. -Al

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