to read
what you've written. You make me watch.
I finished Song of Solomon last night, my favorite so far
I need to read The Bluest Eye next.
Laying a new foundation for our economic-ness. Cleaner environment.
Good job, O. We'll see. We'll see things. Some of it might be real.
There was a (what I assume to be) repub' dissin' on the anti-war protesters that gather on the corners of 16th and O st wanting honks.
"What's those peoples' problem?"
"I don't know"
"Some people just wanna settle everything by talking through it...we call them [equivalent of pussy] or democrats."
He was saying O was gonna have to talk to foreign leaders on the phone just like that Big Bad Bush (and other things I tuned out).
Since he'd already insulted my political point of view and seemed like a patriarchal dumbass, I chose to play the woman and say
"I don't much keep up with that sort of stuff, that poly-ticsss"
He made some comment about how schools don't teach kids like they used to. I bet he misses segregation. Then maybe O never would have happened.
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YOU ARE POETRY
there is a reason
flowers stretch like taffy
we aren't trying hard enough
we are fancy stylists but
we aren't really anything else
i want to try harder
and fit into a new box
the way that a flower can fit
into a death box
or a love box
there's a strange
beat in my toe
like the way i clench my fists
when people don't care about
how they are making me feel
but i do that shit too
i fuck everyone up
i'm allergic to cats but
i still love cats
i want to make new friends with
everyone that i think is cool
but i'm still scared of everyone
and scared that i am going to get stabbed
every time i see a stranger
i want to hide every mirror from them
in case the mirror makes them
want to kill themself
i can't really say
what i'm saying though
and say that i'm saying it honestly
i am wearing bracelets i've stolen
i haven't earned shit
my vision keeps getting worse
& even though we are in space
we still hate ourselves
i want to fry an egg
for someone i used to really love
i hope her mom didn't die
it's all just a gigantic fucking wheel
that stupidly spins in a silly direction
i'm wearing new clothes and also a new t-shirt
i want to give away everything
let's all ride a wheelchair together
let's all have a wheelchair race
i know what it feels like to be more blind
and i don't want to hate old people ever again
or i don't know
flowers do smell good
i also think gravestones are going to stop being used
they are just stones with names on them
i don't know why names should be put into a stone
i don't know why stones are made to look really shiny when they are just stones
i don't know anything about stones
there's nothing i know
but mostly i think stones are strange
because they are just ground parts
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YOU ARE POETRY
there is a reason
flowers stretch like taffy
we aren't trying hard enough
we are fancy stylists but
we aren't really anything
i want to try harder
and fit into a new box
the way a flower can fit
into a death box
or a love box
there's a strange
beat in my toe
the way i clench my fists
when people don't care about
how they are making me feel
but i do that too
i fuck everyone up
i'm allergic to cats but
i want to make new friends with
everyone that i think is cool
i'm still scared of everyone
and scared that i am going to get stabbed
every time i see a stranger
i want to hide
every mirror from them
in case the mirror
makes them want to kill themself
i can't really say
what i'm saying
and say that i'm saying it honestly
i'm wearing bracelets i've stolen
i haven't earned shit
and even though we are in space
we still hate ourselves
i want to fry an egg
for someone i used to really love
i hope her mom didn't die
it's all a gigantic wheel
that stupidly spins in a silly direction
i'm wearing new clothes
and also a new t-shirt
i want to give away everything
let's all ride a wheelchair together
let's all have a wheelchair race
i know what it feels like to be more blind
and i don't want to hate old people ever again
i don't know
flowers do have a smell
but also i think gravestones are going to stop being used
they are just stones with names on them
i don't know why names should be put into a stone
i don't know why stones are made to look really shiny when they are just stones
i don't know anything about stones
there's nothing i know
but mostly i think stones are strange
because they are just ground parts
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