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[Chat]tel and Land
Eddy
Gengar the BittersweetRegistered User regular
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I am in Valencia, a town I suspect may never
converse with the snow,
my father fled here perhaps
for the warmth not found at home;
A slab of land, a small man that cited
‘irreconcilable differences’
as it tore itself apart.
And I drive through this old kingdom
to find a man I once knew,
someone my mother claimed
had taught me broken English,
and given me this broken nose.
I came to claim his effects.
Wolves raised me, not him,
my creation myth taking shape
in dreams torn by canine teeth;
but I am not afraid of the truth.
The air itself feels as if it were bottled,
stored just in case the Moors won
reminding me that I was once young,
and dreamed of beautiful things.
But it’s getting thinner.
I wonder why I seek his bones,
Perhaps to compare tibia length,
to gnaw back at the thoughts
that have gnawed on me.
Perhaps I’ll lie down next to them
and pretend I was complete.
I see the Spanish iron-wrought gate
that chides the world of the living:
‘how lucky you are, how sad.’
I see the pebbles push by like congregations
and the sand they will one day become.
And peering in I can see the tombs
that radiate a certain disaffection
yet give hope in the most morbid way.
The gate is locked so I hop the fence,
landing between 1899-1965 and 1977-1978.
I look for his last, final name as the sun sets;
nothing dies on time.
Fog emerges to celebrate nighttime:
darkness is not a certainty, this close to God.
And somewhere lost in those exhaling clouds
is the last breath of my father
and I hate them for it.
The shadows of wolves are my carry-ons
as I slumber over the Atlantic.
Perhaps my father is not dead,
but instead eating paella with God
and all of God’s friends
in His supper-room in Spain,
and I am conveniently forgotten.
"and the morning stars I have seen
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
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IF YOU'RE LAME
sort of how gallons of menstrual blood doesn't often pop up in vaginal sex
poop in anal sex is the result of poor planning and hasty actions, and can be prevented by a small amount of common sense and preparation
so annoyed
i will take your word for it
but my description was evocative
i am an artiste
Man, that explains a lot of things about the movie.
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
I know about the enemas. But, you know.
POOP.
http://www.avclub.com/articles/david-halperin-journal-of-a-ufo-investigator,51624/
haven't read it yet but I've done a lot of work with it
straight sex is all about menstrual blood
so much menstrual blood eddy
you don't even know
where was your encounter with comic book nerds?
what happen?
you don't need to enema
I went through 4 years of committed relationship worth of butt banging and only encountered poop twice, and both were a direct result of foolishly throwing caution to the wind
how did a worldly guy like eddy not hear about the menstrual blood by now
okay I was a bit confused
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
wow I didn't think I could get any gayer
i dared not to worship at the feet of a critically acclaimed comic book series in the presence of a bunch of defensive comic book nerds and now i am reaping what i have sown by apparently having terrible opinions
uggggh
yes! This one taught at my alma mater although I never had him as a professor. it's been getting pretty good reviews and I'm looking forward to reading it
I AM GOING TO GO CRY MY EMOTIONS IN A VOLVO SO NONE CAN HEAR MY DESPAIR
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
what happened? you alright?
I'm mostly ok. I got dumped by some feminist friends and I just checked and they've all blocked me on MSN and removed me off Facebook and it really hit home.
you been queer'd
Learn from it and make newer, better friends!
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
O_o
Friends don't dump people.
If they dumped you they weren't real friends
damn. I know what it's like to get friend-dumped. if you wanna talk, just hit me up on GChat or FB
You might not encounter poop if you are freshly evacuated but no doubt there is a fecal sheen. A glistening film of your abomination in the eyes of the lord. A heady mix of astroglide and buttmud.
I'm sorry, I'm having too much fun with this. I'm sure it's relatively sanitary. Render unto The Butt the things which are The Butt's and all that.
holy shit you can dump friends now?
stupid feminism.
what did you do?
you're not an editor or a hollywood person so no
actually I did mail one to someone that works with coen brothers. my boss wrote a note that said 'could you pass this on to the coens I think they'd like it'
that was sort of cool
They don't take kindly to miscegenation
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
he means Business Casual Eddy