things_that_backfire
Mikael i was going to join PETA until this week when i saw their new promotional campaign "The Holocaust on your Plate"

I wondered if any of the dead people they showed sharing the poster in some gross comparison with livestock were among those braches of my family that were lost in those days

I haven't eaten meat since i was 9 years old... I'm 24 now, and for the first time since i was 13, i want a hamburger

Fuck you, PETA. 		030303
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cube Acronyms. People too often assume that everybody else knows what their acronyms mean. Without knowing what PETA stands for, your blathe makes almost no sense.

I had to look it up at http://www.acronymfinder.com/

PETA
1) Pentaerythritol Triacrylate (chemistry)
2) People Eating Tasty Animals (parody web site)
3) People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals

I guess in this case you must have meant #3 but, I like #2 better :-)
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Freak sex 030304
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She Life. 030305
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jane the rifle that elmer fudd is holding when bugs bunny ties it into a bow 030305
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niska someone waiting until they think i'm really drunk, then puttin' on the moves. 030309
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methinx ... are not quite as scarry as thing that fire back. 030310
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werewolf from afar there is a spectrum of blue, like the periodic and strategic
teal luminesence
of societal baceteria (v. harveyi
to be exact) in an ocean
of replaceable and dependable depths.

survival is what is real, and it exists in a thread, in a word, like
chemicals released to threshold density, something so vital
it has unlocked the breath,
it is pronounced: sun, warmth, water,
swelling, teeth.

it is shared,
that which has poisoned;
filtered down, dilluted in conjunctions and definite articles,
to help build immunities.

heartbreaks are put above, away from hearts, overhead
like drawings of the sun,
remedies are passed along in whispers, struggles offloaded into a blank moon.

there is commerce
in a lonely sea.
there is a possible world where nothing was taken from that moon,
where it sat cold like a virgin,
like a goddess never carved,
left in the stone.
where the waters did not undulate
with reactive lights,
feasting on the practically unpredictable, finding what is perfect in imperfections.

I have moved amongst this, words like trojan horses, loaded with my dreams
and implications,
i have cajoled from you your own tender opinings and they have
changed the boundries,
suddenly there was nowhere
to draw the end of my world,
nowhere the buck stopped,
and depth became a permanent dissatisfaction,
distance from the sun my only measurment of what is real, discrete, or possible.
still i held my breath
and plunged.

words dissolved,
drawn deeper from the references which moor them,
into depths where there is nothing much to talk about that would mean anything to the rhythms our heart
first knows, first learns.
we attempt to find those rhythms in the faint depths, but it is our own heart we hear.
we return tired, and we share again in small doses the poisons of depth,

"do not seek out the world, wait for it to enter our lines of reasoning, the perimeters we've set up, for it to become necessary or useful."


but i sought to hear what remained,
when my heart's rhythm went null,
the alien worlds we are kept from
by the paper thin resolve
of our ribs, of our holding in breath,
of our replacing breath.
and now i'm too far from the teeming.
all that remains as i leave you all behind, is the gentle blue luminescence
of what i know are dreams and heartbreaks,
though i cannot tell anymore what they are about, though i can no longer see the sunshine in them.
to me they are nothing
but an invitation to the breathless and dark deep. 		030310
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User24 A lot of things I've tried on blather have backfired, take a good long look at user24s_test_site and see how badly that went. 030326
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unhinged oxys

before i even chewed it up, i knew it was a bad idea. *shrugs* 		030327
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phil old cars 030328
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somebody Dear Mikael,

Suffering is suffering. The suffering of animals is no less suffering than that of humans. The PETA reference is not to ol' Bess who roamed the fields; it is a reference to the horrific conditions some feedlot animals live in. Sorry you were offended by the comparison, but it is a valid one nevertheless.

Your friend,
Somebody 		070122
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sab so i tried doing it differently
which was sorta the same way,
but as a paradoxical girl, i do things in two ways, always the opposite of the other.

so i tried checking
rather than just doing
and still it backfired
and i am left without that which i wanted.

theres a lesson in here somewhere

i just gotta figure out what it is.

i do a lot of attempted figuring out these days

im not sure how well its all going 		070122
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pete i'm still waiting. 070122
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unhinged all the inches i gave you
that you never even asked for
i feel you taking miles
from me
everytime you smile
i'm tired of being saved
for a higher purpose
the saint
all benevolence
and no desire
keeping silent
following every rule you set for us
i give you the inches of my heart
to place you at a higher altitude
but then wonder why
you won't love me back
you can't even see me
from way up there
out of sight
out of mind 		070122
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high viscosity drunken [love] confessions/kisses.
idle sunday afternoons. 		070123
what's it to you?
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