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Journal: Polite -------------------------------------------Mood: Thinking... "He is so polite."-Yes, he always carries a biscuit for Cerberus and is so timid that he thinks everyone is Ceberus, even you and I." ...Created 2005-08-28 11:20:37

Journal: Poets to Come -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what i am for, But you, a new brood, atheltic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me. I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness. I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts hisvface, Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you. Walt Whitman ...Created 2005-08-07 20:55:49

Journal: Poets to Come -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what i am for, But you, a new brood, atheltic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me. I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness. I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts hisvface, Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you. ...Created 2005-08-07 20:52:07

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual "Live that thou mayest desire to live again-that is thy duty-for in any case thou wilt live again!" Nietzsche: Eternal Recurrence ...Created 2005-07-31 18:07:56

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: Lazy Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! ...Created 2005-07-29 12:35:06

Journal: Poems -------------------------------------------Mood: Relaxing "What She Wanted" was my bones. As I gave them to her one at a time she put them in a bag from Saks. As long as I didn't hesitate she collected scapula and vertebrae with a smile. If I grew reluctant she pouted. Then I would come across with rib cage or pelvis. Eventually I lay in a puddle at her feet, only the boneless penis waving like an anemone "Look at yourself," she said. You're disgusting." -Ronald Koertge ...Created 2005-05-24 16:12:15

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: Relaxing Poems I run across: GOD SAYS YES TO ME I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if it was okay to be short and she said it sure is I asked her if I could wear nail polish or not wear nailpolish and she said honey she calls me that sometimes she said you can do just exactly what you want to Thanks God i said And is it even okay if I dont paragraph my letters Sweetcakes God said who knows where she picked that up what i'm telling you is Yes Yes Yes -Kaylin Haught ...Created 2005-05-23 16:15:56