Okay, I've decided to post the following poem because what's the point of writing if I don't share?
Written September 7, 2005
You don’t realize when you look at me
That my heart is gone
You’ve torn it from my body
And discarded it carelessly on the floor
You look at me with that haunting gaze
The one that sees right through me
That says I will never be free until you hold me
How I wish you’d touch me and free me from this place
But you just stand there, commanding
You have such power over me
How I pray you’ll abuse it
Tell me what to do, tell me and I’ll do it,
Anything for you, the master of my heart
Bid me to fall at your feet
Kiss me
Kiss me naked as I fall
Kiss me if only to rob me of more
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Thanks for the awesome comment, as undeserved as it was (damn, I'm rude). I like your poem...it smacks a little of me when I was in high school, both creaming over The Fixation and cursing his name. My stuff was a lot angrier, though. How fucking dare you not want to be my friend, you girl-looking jabroni! Keep it up.
byopj = bring your own pickle jar
Sorry. I'm obsessed with the verification words.
You fucking deserved that comment so lay off yourself, least in that sense...and thank you for your awesome comment...love the verification words too, never thought to do that though...
qnvps...dunno what to make of that
quivering nipples, virgin-popping stalks?
*bows*
Very good, couldn't think of anything for the 'v' except vroom lol.
eatvrn = eat very round nipples
ERNZRIT
Earnest Reunion Now
Zesty Revelers Intertwine Together
Mr. Ass, this is the first time you post on my blog and that's all you have to say?
Perhaps I feel a poem coming on...yes....yes, indeed, it starts in my toes, a slight tingling, not athletes foot, I know that feeling to, but a warmth, a secrest tingling that works its way up to my chest and then, all of a sudden, and quite in spite of myself, a type furiously at the command of my hidden muse....however did that poem go again......
Nice work...
Who do you do?
Do you?
I do
New, like I've never been before
Awake
Just now
how do you do?
A frown?
How now?
Like you've never been before
We do
do too
how did we do it before?
Like now
and how
Like we ever will before
It's true
we too
and we never were before
Oooh I get a much longer one than Havok gets, I feel special. But seriously, who are you? I mean if you think about it, most people who look at other people's blogs have one of there own, espcially someone who checks blogs out as often as you seem to...
So you want to know who the Smoke Ass is? You want to strip away his shroud of mystery then stuff what's left of him in a pickling jar and keep it safe on a shelf?
If you don't know who I am by what I say, then you will never know me by any amount of statistics I could rattle off about myself.
Right?
Not necessarily true, but then again, how can I even be sure that everything you say about yourself is truth? And why rattle off stats about yourself?
So when you say 'Who are you?' what else do you want besides statistics?
Information about yourself, obviously. Do you have a blog? Are you really a man? Where do you live?
The Smoke Ass does not have a blog...he is homeless.....he wanders from blog to blog begging for scraps of conversation. The Smoke Ass is really a man (last time he checked). The Smoke Ass lives in a condominium.
fine
ha ha...you are funny. Hey, why are do you call yourself 'hate one' when you seem so fun and personable? HMmmmmm?
Is that better? I don't know what to call myself, that's why, and cause I was feeling hated at the time, and I hate myself a bit.
Ok, what I meant was is this better...*crosses her fingers and hopes it posts the new name*
Bad break up, eh? Been there, done that. I don't feel hated at all. In fact, I like myself. I've always liked myself. I've got this little detached part of myself that is totally indifferent to my successes and failures. He's always there with me. When I feel like shit he laughs and laughs at me acting out the part of the spurned lover, the humilated employee, whatever the situation. He is much wiser than me and he is me.
No, not really feeling hated over a bad break up, just feeling hated cause of who I feel I am.
I like the more positive you better. It is more real. The other is just an act.
There is no more positive me, and if this were an act, I would have given it up a long time ago.
You are just a little too close to the situation...perhaps you are taking yourself a little too seriously. Is it someone else making you feel bad about yourself? Somehow I sense there is someone underneath the exterior you are showing that is laughing all the time (even at yourself).
No, right now there is no one else making me feel bad about myself. I can be fun and funny, I'm not saying I'm completely miserable all the time, just lately that's the dominent emotion.
A miserable phase. It will burn out. The sun will come out tomorrow...bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow....you guessed it--the sun will shine.
Well, it is well past the Smoke Ass's bedtime, so the Smoke Ass is going to bed....no West Coast easy living here.
Nice chatting with you, fun and personable one. Night, night.
OMG I couldn't even finish reading that without laughing cody...that was hilarious
umm well thanks
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