i'm lieing to all you people, in fact i like to most people i meet,....its not that i do it on purpose or that i even think about doing it before, i infact do so,.....its just so much easier than explaining

i also find that most people could give a rats ass about the difference,...they dont care how i am today, or if i'd like to order a coke with my meal,....they could care less if i'm sittin on my favorite barstool, all they know is thats their favorite barstool too and they want it damn it,.....they dont really want to buy me a beer,...and those that do want to buy me a beer dont really want to know who i am,...they want to know what color panties i have on,....so who cares if i tell them i'm the middle child of a upper middle class family who enjoys shoping with her friends, the color pink, and whatever current 'rock' band is on the charts these day,.....it makes life so much eaiser, dont you think?

Man, I can relate. ;)

in the since that beer purchasers wonder about your panties? or that you wonder about mine?

People who buy me beers just want to know what my panties are like. Its frustrating.

i've set an online timer i'm watching friends wow my broken finger makes typing difficult dinosaur why the **** did i think of dinosaur i cant type fast shoes i need more shoes no i dont i need to i dont know what i need to do loco lous is an alright bar i dont know what im typing now hair my hair needs to be cut i should wear my hair curly more often morgan is a good friend what am i going to do tomorrow i have class at nine and then another photo to shoot i hate hockey i dont want to shoot hockey anymore i should find

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This town on a Sunday is a used condom filled with regrets, hangover vomit, and lost opportunities. But at least its a little quieter as everyone sleeps off their shame and repairs their broken bedroom doors... Spackle the wall with your wasted dreams and patch up your mind with false hopes for next weekend. Life sure is a journey and I hope not to repeat the repetitions that are already reiterating themselves. What am I gonna do tonight? Something more positive. Oh well... its all good in the end, and I'm having a good old laugh about it now!

P.S.- Holy **** I just realized that this must be how Tom Waits writes all his lyrics!

Well played


Nice to see this thread get a few more takers.


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Election, erector sets and transplanted Jews from Isreal to Mexico, One's fixed one should be and other would fix, problems, decay, dismay Tom Delay and satellite phones, Et alone is his own home, alphabet soup and cartoon cats, spastic reactions to asthma attacks. Frozen Tundra and aurora borealis Phylis Diller and Bea Arthur. Saddam Hussein using Rogaine on Gunea Pigs and the youth of New Zealand on full display, Hudson, Macy, Lord Taylor and Bongs.

The funny thing is I can't tell whether this is the poetry section or a mockery of it.