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( A Ritual To Read To Each Other by William Stafford )

from poemtree

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stolen from notnownotever

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final leftover before i get down to work

and how did you spend the daybreak of your life?

did you have any of the 'athletic' barbies, the ones whose legs could open super wide? those were the best and we all know why. also she was the one with the widest smile!

sometimes i would go all out and instead of the usual orgy i would have a medieval session where my cat was really a dragon. all of the barbies formed a group and beat the shit out of her. when she would try to get away i would sigh heavily and say "no, peanuts, i'm not done yet."

yes, her name was Peanuts. she lived to be seventeen, gross!

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people, stop deleting yourself for god's sake, it's sick

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work is good if only because it's a valid pretext to keep one's mind off things. too bad i'm a bad worker so this doesn't work for me.

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if i could lay my hands on the central internet switch, i'd do so now. that would help me go on with my project perfectly, perfectly. but i can't just disconnect while it's still there. i need to turn the whole thing off to continue my humble endeavour of a work in peaceful silence, i just won't stand the damn thing lurking somewhere everywhere ignoring me. no fucken way, no i said no.