I invented a dance it is called the velociraptor.

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2005-09-27 - 10:39 a.m.

more bad poetry! YAY!

Climbing the Earth Bell

blind sided by the sun's orange and yellow beams
as she arrives at the top of the bell of earth which she climbs every year.
Her pale hand over her eyes as she squints at the clock that clings to the side of a nearby building.
Is she too late again? no she is not, is the answer every time.
She mumbles about living on an inconsistently paced merry-go-round
it rotates past the operator's booth
On clicks the vacuous pull that promises to drop her back down to her knees,
in the form of a bright red sign on a railroad spike driven down.
her left knee doesn't even show up for work anymore,
its absence is evident, tracing wavy ditches created where ever she goes
making earth discs spin madly.
no she was not is the audible regurgitation of the skipping earth discs that threaten her
because still every time she gets to the top
the sun's stage lights matches in her eyes
and while blind someone pushes
never tell who is most disappointed
As she is pitched
back down heaving when the heat�s hate seething
forces in the shame that never existed
wraps the hook around her and pulls.

I drew a picture... Apparently only I think it is funny... I'm obviously not a great artist or comedian but washable markers aren't a very easy to work with...

Note the clear acrylic heels... Get it the kid is a hooker. You know turning tricks? no? nevermind...

.trip. - .fall. - .bounce. - .ashes ashes . - .we all. - .fall down.

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moon phases