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endless desire
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hmmm
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i found this poem with the title dont ever read this poem or something like that (really liked it by the way. i vote i post it) and i was automatically drawn to it just because of the title. so im wondering if other people are drawn to a blathe title that says not to look. its silly but im bored. and experiments are fun. so do say, if you fell for the looking. yayayay. i certainly would
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pobodys nerfect
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*grins* Yes,I was dumb enough to fall for it and take a peek in here. hehe!
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endless desire
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yay i got one! and probably. . . only one.
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x
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it's been done
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the experiment? yeah, i wouldnt be surprised.
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stork daddy
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don't you love cheery people who try and deflate the sense of wonder of anyone who finds something out on their own?
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x
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we can't all be a bowl of sunshine like you are
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endless desire
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whatever. lets just let this page fade away to yesterday's list and then disappear into the millions of words that nobody pays attention to anymore. thats the thing, we just dont pay attention to enough words anymore. im just tired now. life is just going through the motions. i need something to look forward to.
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stork daddy
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well since you don't know much about my moods from my words, i'll assume that wasn't an ironic statement. and i'll suggest you try to be a bowl of sunshine from now on or else i'm taking down the nude picture of you i'm currently using as my computer's wallpaper...k?
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x
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do watcha like, kid
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stork daddy
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and endless desire...you seem nice...i am so tired of self-centered people and of being so self-centered myself...so i apologize in advance for being unable to help myself
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stork daddy
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i have...twice this week to be exact
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pobodys nerfect
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I don't want to start something, but I don't see how taking a few seconds of your time to type that you looked on a page when someone asks you to do so if you saw it, is such a big deal, even if it has been done before. Besides, "endless" talked about a poem in here too,so it wasn't just about not looking in here. (You should post that poem,by the way) *shrugs* Anyway,pobody can be nerfect all the time,ya know? ;)
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i don't think it's a big deal or an issue to anyone, especially not me get over yourself
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endless desire
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{this is exactly the way the poem is written. i love how informal is it gramatically, with all the abbreviation. its breaking so many "rules" placed on writing} beware: do not read this poem by ishmael reed "tonite, triller was abt an ol woman, so vain she surrounded her self w/ many mirrors It got so bad that finally she locked herself indoors & her whole life became the mirrors one day the villagers broke into her house, but she was too swift for them. she disappeared into a mirror each tenant who bought the house after that lost a loved one to the ol woman in the mirror: first a little girl then a young woman then the young woman/s husband the hunger of this poem is legendary it has taken in many victims back off from this poem it has drawn in yr feet back off this poem it has drawn in yr legs back off from this poem it is a greedy mirror you are into this poem. from the waist down no body can hear you can they? this poem has had you up to here belch this poem aint got no manners you cant call out frm this peom relax now & go w/ this poem move & roll on to this poem do not resist this poem this poem has yr eyes this poem has his head this poem has his arms this peom has his fingers this pom has his fingertips this poem is the read & the reader is the poem stastic: the us bureau of missing persons reports that in 1968 over 100,000 people disappeared leaving no solid clues nor trace only a space in lives of their friends." i thought it was a very interesting poem. and even more interesting that i was so drawn to it based on its title. i was bored last night and i thought id try and see if people were attracted to a blather with a similar title. thats it. i figured it had been done but my computer was weird and wouldnt let me search and check. and even if it had been done, it obviously hadnt been done recently. it doesnt matter either way. we'll just let it pass. and well, thanks for kind of sticking up for me. im new to a lot of this. i appreciate that a lot. i like x's blathers but i think x needs to get over it. god life isnt that serious and i feel sorry for anyone who takes it that seriously.
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hahaha this is hilarious everyone is like "you're upset about this, no matter how you think you actually feel" to me
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fine. you are not upset. you are just strangly sarcastic. which comes across as upset at something that really doesnt matter
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:) she is strangely sarcastic. It's funny... now that I know that, I smile when I read daxle's snotty writing. Dammit, now I'm on birdmad's team.
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i appreciate her honesty. i wish more people would be like that with me, so i wouldn't have to wonder what they really mean.
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stork daddy
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minnesota chris, you just like any girl! oh and i don't think x was that serious about it...nor was i...i myself am strangely sarcastic. i still think people should be allowed a second of wonder at something before being told it's been done before. after all, breathing air's been done before and that doesn't stop all of us.
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. . .hasn't nearly everything been done before really? and i bet people still looked at it! (the flame of my childish excitement can never trully be blown out)
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I don't like every girl... some of them can be quite irritating... but they do have a way of winning me over. Men too for that matter.
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got me.
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endless desire
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i fail
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After reading over this blathe it comes to mind that people are not half as gentle as they ought to be with eachother. It's shameful.
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dafremen
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good point
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stork daddy
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guilty
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globalfruitbat
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got me--but then I'm easily trapped
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oldephebe
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Eons ago man rose from his bestial crouch and began to look to the heavens, began to subdue the world around him, began to ponder the nature of his origins. At first he used the crude blunt instrument of a club, to take by force what he needed. Eventually he learned to harness the power of the atom, he learned to develope a technology and medical procedures to thwart the depredations and ravages of time and disease upon the fragile human body. But we have forgotten HOW to speak to one another. After all of these centuries we still remain the brute holding the club taking what he wants by force. It is a staggering disparate diachotomy. A paradox. The brute and the cerebral. One ignited by the need and the neccessity for ingenuity, the other ignited by an unfortunately primal and misapplied emotional appraisel process. Something or someone wounded us in the bloom of our innocense and left naked pieces of themselves, of that wound in our ears. Naked pieces of our wounded pride, of our powerlessness still ringing in our ears. But it is the brutes own thinking that causes his pain, not the assertion of his interlocutors individuality and argument. And for the recipient who allows himself to become the receptable of someones siesmic instability, the tyrannical tyrades of a toddlers rage, we must choose to take the key our own passion and free our mouths our psychic misbeliefs from the manacles. I gotta go. I'll finish this later.
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oldephebe
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Just to place my comments into context, I was responding to what . wrote. "After reading over this blathe it comes to mind that people are not half as gentle as they ought to be with eachother. It's shameful." ...
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dafremen
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good point.
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stork daddy
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sticks and stones will break my bones
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dafremen
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and harsh words might even hurt us
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why does no one believe me when i say the words are forgotten?
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I read something today someone had posted. It had one salient thought. This one line stood out, it read:"Trying to burn the words into my skin" or something like that. It perfectly encapsulates how we all feel when a parent or spouse or loved one is being verbally abusive.
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plausable wretch
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to have known the fire that burns the soul beneath the skin by dafreman
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blather spellcheck
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dafremen plausible
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what's it to you?
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