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Claustrophobia (Free verse) by INTRANSIT Overwhelmed by
the bookstore,
I escaped
entombment
and ran out
screaming
in hieroglyphics.
Up the ladder:
???????
Down the ladder:
HE FUCKING BIT ME(a some what true story)
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Posted: June 16, 2003 7:35 PM PDT; Last modified: June 17, 2003 2:33 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.820706 Overall Rank: 10917 Comments:
"in ) = ( * ^^ @ # > | ) = // &" with "in the reptile section" maybe even change "in " to "from".
ohshure. go for the obvious why don't we. AND I would've stayed in the reptile section. if that had been the case. also, it's still your cigarette. it' just on the floor now.
Ah yes, my cigerette, crushed by the bitch in red and high heels.
ha! somebody 1 you, fucking bastards, pimple juiced your dockers!
That is EXACTLY why I wear fatigued dockers.
Funny, yesterday I was in Dutton's in Brentwood, and I too was so overwhelmed. Four giant rooms reeking of paper and binding. You know the kind, stacks on the floor, wooden ladders for reaching up up up into the nethersphere. Classical music. Anyway, I swooned when I walked in. I had to sit on a pile of encyclopedias with my head between my legs. My friend Scott fanned me with the newest copy of The New Yorker. Poets! We give so much power to the words. Jesus it's like an axe coming down. The last line is genius, all those esoteric implications. Bravo.
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Nice shorts by the way.