Monday, July 26, 2010
As the ancient monsters rise up out of the deep waters and forgotten volcanic craters, shake the dust and slime off their skins, bask in a sun that hasn't touched them for thousands of years, I am compelled to add my bones and bread to the soil that nurtures them. I'd like my DNA to mix with theirs, my nutrients to live in their bones and make them stronger. I'm only doing my part to help the monsters win. I encourage you all to do the same.
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and I just started writing a poem called Monsters so this sort of weirded me out.
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ok I'm done.
oh but wait I really loved this little bit here. Will probably make me finish the poem
I wrote this in 2003. Finish your poem.
ReplyDeleteI doubt the monsters could make a worse job of things that we have. Count me in.
ReplyDeleteJust saw the term "ruin porn".
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You're my personal Larry Flynt.
Gone?
ReplyDelete*sigh* I miss you. I hope you're off taking gorgeous photos.
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