here's a fresh three word poem to justify my loging on:
life
death
same
might sound like real bullshit on the first read, but chew on this; from the very moment we are born there is one certainty, we will die. all life ends in death, and there is no death without there first being life. So life can be thought of the begining stage of death. maybe death is just step two in some bigger thing or i could just say fuck it and give it the sexual metaphore that everything deservs: death is like the ejaculation ending an overly vexing reppetative pounding on the balls that beggins with a bit too teethy kiss of birth.
so yea, not much is new here,
keep it cool empty void, say 'hi' to your sister for me,
N




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You can never kiss an Irish girl unexpectedly...
Oh, Nae problemo. It was just the enthusiasm put me a little off balance. Are you enjoying your graduation prezzie?
And thank you
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\"THUD\", feather. \"WOOSH.\" Up the slide. \"THUD\" Roll \'em up! \"Woosh\" Swing into the bow, as one, AND JUMP WITH THE LEGS! You are the heart beat and breath of this boat!
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\"THUD\", feather. \"WOOSH.\" Up the slide. \"THUD\" Roll \'em up! \"Woosh\" Swing into the bow, as one, AND JUMP WITH THE LEGS! You are the heart beat and breath of this boat!
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\"THUD\", feather. \"WOOSH.\" Up the slide. \"THUD\" Roll \'em up! \"Woosh\" Swing into the bow, as one, AND JUMP WITH THE LEGS! You are the heart beat and breath of this boat!
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"All men kill the thing they love." -Ocar Wilde
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\"THUD\", feather. \"WOOSH.\" Up the slide. \"THUD\" Roll \'em up! \"Woosh\" Swing into the bow, as one, AND JUMP WITH THE LEGS! You are the heart beat and breath of this boat!
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