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    dots Submission Name: Great Delight from advicedots
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    Author: orderly conduct
    Elite Ratio:    2.44 - 51/80/36
    Words: 643
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 925
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    Bytes: 3377



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       Im trying to spice up everyones day. read.review.spring break is here.
    [the first line is the title of a sufjan stevens song]


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    dotsGreat Delight from advicedots
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    All good Naysayers speak up! Or Hold your Peace!
    For your father is a mailman involved in the smuggling of forbidden goods.
    And your mother lives in Illinoise making apple jam and playing brand new violins!
    You have worked so hard in your useless proffesion,
    Smoking cigarettes in the bathtub at night
    Covering the scent with vanilla and air
    Only to get up in the morning and pour down the leftover pills that were never prescribed
    And you check the telephone for any leftover fingerprints on its handle
    and carefully dial the numbers, picking who to call
    7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7-
    Because you cant seem to remember the rest of the numbers
    your thumb heavily pushes on the sevens, nervously wondering how far your memory goes
    'Oh, how come its come down to this?'
    says your mouth into the phone your fingers grip tightly
    "Ill tell you what, ill tell you what, i'll tell you what, you concerned citizen"
    Says the lady on the other end
    "W-well quickley now, i have to fall asleep again, so be fast now"
    So she tells you to go buy some new curtains and fall in love again
    because the guests from the neighborhood are coming
    Just so you can invite them in and serve them classy rich lemonade
    And stand on your cushioned chair banging the spoons to the steal
    yelling about how the absolute best thing in life was being alive long enough to buy more than 30 cds.
    When your head seems to keep looking behind your back
    making sure the people arn't stumbling behind you at night.
    "Im going to Holland! Dont follow me now people, dont follow me"
    But we all knew that you wanted them to safely follow your trail
    long enough to know enough about your illnesses and anxieties
    15 minutes of freedom from the goals set by your faux maturity
    15 seconds of comfort from whispering your secrets to the stumbling people
    2 minutes under the nonexistant umbrella you hold so carefully
    with photographs of made up childhood memories stored away in your pocket
    neatly placed into the envelope you once wrote letters to people on
    about employment and shame.
    Do they walk around around your thoughts all over those words you planned to
    speak someday in a speech to people in Chicago
    Hoping that their the ones worrying about you. That their the ones with sheets
    and sheets of available cures.
    And you walked for a while measuring your sanity in cups and cups of coffee and wine
    Measuring your vanity by the amounts of time you stop to see your reflection in the mirror
    Your sister reminded you of all those ashes you wasted in the parks
    around the house you once lived in.
    And we finally decided that the clocks are all accusing you of waking up at the wrong time.
    Snce the sunlight didnt even pour through the cracks in your window sill
    on that morning in April. That day you balled up the leftover of whatever was still there.
    We left and said "goodbye goodbye goodbye city, tonight i am unconcerned and not the worried one"




    Submitted on 2006-03-27 00:41:25     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      hmm. i couldve sworn id already commented on this.. apparently not and my apologies because ive most certainly read it.. anyhow. i liked it. it was the sort of half-read and still catch the ironic whats-the-pointness of it. and its so there even if that has nothing to do with the poem. its just the vibe..
    | Posted on 2006-07-01 00:00:00 | by EEKS | [ Reply to This ]
      YOU are amazing this poems hits a million and one ideas yet still makes sense. The random baballing almost takes you to the point where it says "15 minutes of freedom from the goals set by your faux maturity
    15 seconds of comfort from whispering your secrets to the stumbling people" after that it starts to make complete sense .... my favorite line though would have to be "And you walked for a while measuring your sanity in cups and cups of coffee and wine
    Measuring your vanity by the amounts of time you stop to see your reflection in the mirror" this poem is by far one of my favorites and i think i will now go and read more of your stuff
    | Posted on 2006-03-27 00:00:00 | by silentpoison | [ Reply to This ]
      I agree w/silentpoison. This was thought-provoking, sad, fun, and wordy (my favorite thing in the world). I love when people write something so packed with thought and manage to come out with something coherent and enjoyable. Taking what appears to be a stream of conscious ramble and making something constructive that's what you've accomplished here. Some may not get it -I don't get every piece of it- but I enjoyed it thoroughly. Every line is interesting... that's a rarity in a 600+ word piece.

    Jessica
    p.s. I like sufjan stevens, too, but how do you pronounce his name?
    | Posted on 2006-06-22 00:00:00 | by parabola | [ Reply to This ]


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