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    Yeah, pop-up books don't count, mate...
    | Posted on 2009-08-15 09:49:31 | by alexboy - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    What's my employment status got to do with you? I may be unemployed, but that doesn't mean I'm a total degenerate. I read...
    | Posted on 2009-08-15 09:48:49 | by alexboy - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Alex,

    What do you mean I need to find a good woman? Lol! I AM a woman, Alex. I'm not the least bit offended since I am a bisexual. As a matter of fact, I'm quite pleased.

    But why do you think I need to find myself a good woman?

    -mo-
    | Posted on 2009-08-14 15:02:18 | by mojymo - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Shel Silverstein:


    Standing
    Standing on my elbow
    with my finger to my ear,
    biting on a dandelion,
    and humming kind of queer
    while I watched a caterpillar
    creeping up my wrist,
    I leaned on a tree
    and I said to me,
    "Why am I doing this?"

    My Beard
    My beard grows to my toes,
    I never wears no clothes,
    I wraps my hair
    around my bare
    and down the road I goes.

    Rain
    I open my eyes
    and looked up at the rain
    and it dripped in my head
    and flowed into my brain,
    and all that I hear as I lie in my bed
    is the sli[censored]y-slosh of the rain in my head.

    I step very softly,
    I walk very slow,
    I can't do a handstand--
    I might overflow.
    So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
    I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

    From his book: Where the Sidewalk Ends.
    I got the book for my 8th birthday! ^_^

    -mo-
    | Posted on 2009-08-11 21:03:35 | by mojymo - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Okay, I deleted "Rubber Clocks."

    *huggles*

    -mo-
    | Posted on 2009-08-08 21:56:23 | by mojymo - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Oh, dammit! I meant the best "critic," not "critque!" GAH!
    | Posted on 2009-08-06 21:13:11 | by mojymo - [ Reply to This ] -



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