I object or _________ baloney, ___ soon become ____ __ _ minced sputtering ____ _____ ____ initially ____ phrases such as criminal misconduct! ___ the authorities ______ ___________ immed- ______! and, finally, ___ exasperated__, those bastards! ___ _ ____ __!
___ a bit bonkers, no doubt. Am I ___ only ___ ___ ____ _________ virtually and __ thusly? Ex______, ________ about this, ___ _ ___ here, how _ ___ ____ ___ _____, when, __ mere moments _______ I was head___ somewhere ____ ________, __ someplace more ________, __ more ________, more enter_______, __ __ ___ ____ _____ ____ healthy, and less ____________....
___ down it goes ____ ____ ____ ____ ___ __ _______ __ time.
So, I ____ __ feel more ____ ____ __ inkling __ disgust ____ myself. I start to like my____ less, and, moment__, ____. ___ I usually like myself – __ least _
Giving stuff away is good for poetry —Leopoldine Core
thinking about ____, how I got ____, how I get ____ too often, even as ____ moments ___ _ _a_ head___ ____where ____ entirely, __ some_____ ____ relevant, _or_ ____ ________, ____entertaining, or at the very least ____ healthy, ___ ____ curmudgeon__...
So I begin __ ____ ____ ____ just an inkling of disgust ____ MYSELF.
I like myself ____ ___ _____. (I ______ like myself __ least _ ______ ___.)
And it goes like ____ for an amount of time
________ __ messiness ____ _ _______ when being fed _______________ _____ are (supposedly) _____ __ an accumulation __ _________ from ____ ______. ___ (barf) ______
___. (Sigh.) It’s true.
And so I begin to remember that I am. So ____ __ ____ placing one eye over __ ____ ___ I _____ (admit_____ __ _some____ ______-drama ___ _____on) ____ my eyes.
Unfortunately, it ______. Doesn’t ____ __ ____ see _________ more ________, ___ ___ obvious or that the ___ I ___ winced. Muttering such as I ______ ______ _____ always ___ I __________ __, corporate baloney or ______ __, and __ __ soon mis-
I ___ very _____ _________ to the People’s Choice Awards or to iTunes ____ ____ings or ____’s metascores ___ (most especially!) I abhor digging ______ ____ ________, information which, if I happen upon it, is in almost every case an ___________ ____________ because I don’t ____.
(Wait, I take that back, I’ve ____ed twice; both for friends in the ____ industry who’ve coaxed me into giving _ ____ ______ to _____ _____ __ employment _____ _____ _____ a ‘bad rap’ – purportedly by ________ rivals, not _____ _________. It was hurting ________, ____ _______, and so I conceded ___ wrote a couple of nondescript ________ _______.)
(Which goes on to prove the point of my disgust in the whole thing, I suppose...)
I’m the guy who _________ _____ any such proffered _______________ – those rank & file _____ claiming to have been “democrat______ _______” – well, not only downright suspicious, but also hardly worth my time and/or effort.
__ _____ ________ __ __ ______ __ ___ _____ bit of attention.
Anyone can participate, after all (more on my ________ with that shortly).
So, when I find that once again I’ve inadvertently landed at such an address—when, during whatever query or quest I’m making of my moment, all roads __ ___ __-______ Information Super- _______ dead end at a sponsored heap __ __________ solutions or __________ _______________ ____ ____ ____ _____ed & ____ed __ _____ nice egalitarian folks who like to take the ____ __ ____ —____ _ ____ __self _______ once again at a ____ed heap—it’s a fair bet that what soon follows is a _____ced ________ing of phrases that _____ under breath, such as _ ______ or ________ _______. Exhale,
Do you know how long we have before the Thunder Palace activates? —overheard during an episode of Fairy Tale
I wanna settle the score with Salamander so bad I can taste it! —also overheard during an episode of Fairy Tale
Does pee turn to snow in icy cold? —an actual CNN.com headline
It is not pretty, this poetry. Or it was such a shame when his mouth entered the happy room. Happy today is strange and is quite impossible to understand. One electric fan makes a white noise that soothes me into sleep while one electric humidifier (also with a fan) sings the eternal language of chalkboard fingers. Which I can barely type, can barely say (chalkboard fingers), can barely imagine myself saying.
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