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Created on 2002-06-28 01:22:36 (#610450), last updated 2005-06-01
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Basic Info| Name: | Do You Suspect I Shower Nude... |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 06-17 |
| Location: | Spokane, Washington, United States |
BioWhat are you laughing at.
Just change the name and the joke's on you.
I get up like >
and go to bed <.
admittedly it was gratuitous -- but I was naked and had a gun
*when I talk about the whole universe I really just mean this room
Life is beautiful like:
those who washes dishes by throwing them against the wall, overreacting to a noise in the attic, bleeding because you can, devoting entire hours to your nervous system, the motor in your chest, nakedness for religious reasons, maple syrup (licked from fingers), rain on the face and cement, a child's glove on the freeway, empty shotgun shells behind the garage, scratching messages with sticks, napkin animals
?
A. Because somewhere under all this, I'm naked.
B. Because God never wrote back to Sylvia Plath.
C. Because you could never suck it away like my Dream Dracula.
D. Because I routinely walk in on my Dreams making love to the Impossible.
E. Because I use a fake name whenever possible.
F. Because one day a month I try to say the opposite of whatever I mean.
G. Because I've come a long way having not moved very much.
H. Because I have an eight-track mind.
I. Because I saved the box I came in.
J. Because I have to finish my unauthorized autobiography.
K. Because life is a wheel and wheels run over people.
L. Because I opened my umbrella and desire seeped up from the floorboards.
M. Because I have memories of memories.
N. John Wayne
O. Because nobody really knows the way to San Jose.
P. Because "What did the traffic light say to the zebra crossing? Don't look now, I'm changing."
Q. Because somewhere there is a warehouse of peaches covered in snow and I am not there to -- I am not there.
R. Because I don't know how to give up.
S. Because my vacancy sign blinked on.
T. Because my mind smells like firecrackers and I don't know what your mind smells like, though I'm trying to find out.
U. Because someone somewhere is biting into a York Peppermint Patty.
V. Because "My reality check just bounced!" is printed on all of my checks.
W. Because reality is a form of female condom and I want to give birth to a fantasy.
X. Because my whole body is the color of a new scar.
Y. Because in the summer I touch cars that are too hot to touch, for a very long time.
Z. Because I'm a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
Just change the name and the joke's on you.
I get up like >
and go to bed <.
admittedly it was gratuitous -- but I was naked and had a gun
*when I talk about the whole universe I really just mean this room
Life is beautiful like:
those who washes dishes by throwing them against the wall, overreacting to a noise in the attic, bleeding because you can, devoting entire hours to your nervous system, the motor in your chest, nakedness for religious reasons, maple syrup (licked from fingers), rain on the face and cement, a child's glove on the freeway, empty shotgun shells behind the garage, scratching messages with sticks, napkin animals
?
A. Because somewhere under all this, I'm naked.
B. Because God never wrote back to Sylvia Plath.
C. Because you could never suck it away like my Dream Dracula.
D. Because I routinely walk in on my Dreams making love to the Impossible.
E. Because I use a fake name whenever possible.
F. Because one day a month I try to say the opposite of whatever I mean.
G. Because I've come a long way having not moved very much.
H. Because I have an eight-track mind.
I. Because I saved the box I came in.
J. Because I have to finish my unauthorized autobiography.
K. Because life is a wheel and wheels run over people.
L. Because I opened my umbrella and desire seeped up from the floorboards.
M. Because I have memories of memories.
N. John Wayne
O. Because nobody really knows the way to San Jose.
P. Because "What did the traffic light say to the zebra crossing? Don't look now, I'm changing."
Q. Because somewhere there is a warehouse of peaches covered in snow and I am not there to -- I am not there.
R. Because I don't know how to give up.
S. Because my vacancy sign blinked on.
T. Because my mind smells like firecrackers and I don't know what your mind smells like, though I'm trying to find out.
U. Because someone somewhere is biting into a York Peppermint Patty.
V. Because "My reality check just bounced!" is printed on all of my checks.
W. Because reality is a form of female condom and I want to give birth to a fantasy.
X. Because my whole body is the color of a new scar.
Y. Because in the summer I touch cars that are too hot to touch, for a very long time.
Z. Because I'm a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
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