spooky_cookie_loud_fart paste! reading the lecture of life I have a dollar, take the nickel! another statement. another statement. this is a poem about cancer, about cancer in the long lines of emptiness. in the long lines of emptiness that run in my family, the short people have quick ideas but work long hours. you can find yourself, it’s easy, just meditate while you are driving nails into your fingers. see, I was joking, it’s hard. finding yourself is like driving nails into your fingers while meditating. it’s like having your nuts tugged on by a beautiful blonde under the podium and you’re supposed to be giving a lecture to a non-paying audience. it could be worse, they could have made donations and had expectations. I speak of this in past tense for no reason at all. it’s 2001, lick my ass, I’m crying. I have nothing to say about leprechauns in Tanzania. everyone has known someone who confused diagram with diaphragm, ammonia with pneumonia. I want children that call spaghetti, “bisketti”. I don’t want children because I am trying to find myself now. I want the largest of all swans to drift by my path that I will take tomorrow. I want to comb its white feathers of anything symbolic and have another swan come from the darkness and join it at the long arc neck, to tell about the demise of leprechauns in Tanzania. they would do this in harmony. I cannot define harmony, I really can’t, unwilling. grass would grow from all of my pores. a river of mango puree would flow from my ears. I would find that podium, that beautiful blonde and read the lecture, over and over and over again. 010625 ... shivers i love it 050508 ... oren Still one of_the better blathes. 060304 what's it to you? who go blather from