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#1 entry from Chico, the star stalker on Pico (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

Okay, so I'm outside of Jared Leto's house, and I'm whistling "Walking on the moon" by the Police, and doing my figure eight circles between the tree and the hedgerow. When out walk Cameron Diaz in a tiff with a painting. She wedges it into the trash. Jumps into her Blk Vw Bug w/thirty seconds to mars sticker on it, and rips out of there. Okay, so she did not see me, for I had leaped, ninja like into the gutter, though my tight hot pink spandex and mullet are a bit noticable, I hid my face, behind the "Enquirer" I keep with me, in case there is no toilet paper. Okay, so this is when I grabbed said picture of art, and dashed home to dance naked and kareoke while preparing my traditional Korean dinner, after doing these t'ings, I inspected my treasure. It was a rockstar with his penis pushed through a girls ass and out her belly, and she had no head, and he was reaching around her and grabbin' his own cock all in the shape of an air guitar tribute to something only Jared understands. Okay, so now we know that it's only a matter of time before all stars are twelve naked on stage with penis shaped boxing gloves and sex toys fisting their parents, peers, countrys, and galaxys to death, because everybody's after them. And life is unfair, and full of let downs. We all want their lovely fucking pricks pin cushioning us forever. This is why I love this town. And have become an expert at Trashomancy. Okay, so next week we will be visiting someone new, A sexy Jew, Jason Biggs, the pie guy, bless 'is heart. Okay, so see you then, and remember your trash cans are my chrystal balls.

http://mulberryfairy 27-Jul-03/9:35 AM
Yeah, I can tell you're drunk by your slurred typing. But, anyway, I was trying to be judgmental, I just wondered what compelled you to comment in that way so frequently, and I haven't read anything else by you, so your poem and that comment were my only frames of reference. I did consider writing "I hope you're Korean" but I didn't want to set you up to be even more defensive if you weren't Korean. But, who cares, you don't have to resolve it peacefully ... I don't know you, I really just was curious because I've known several different regions of racists (Southern, Midwestern, Northeastern US and my German grandmother), and kind of wondered if you were part of that or if it was something else. I totally got that your other poem was about stereotypes, but when you ended it with wiggers, chiggers, niggers, etc. you added judgment to your observations, instead of just letting the stereotypes be stereotypes.
I know you thought I was lecturing you, but I didn't mean to, I just wanted you to be aware of how you were coming across. I know we all have hang-ups-
I know I am sexist and racist and allow myself to reap the benefits of white privilege, so how could I judge you?




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