| Eric came up to me and said, "I had one of those fudge covered apples. I had an orgasm." Eyes pop. Better check how many little squirts I've been leaving behind; Trail food's getting to us. Little squealing half-human-- you sick Brits with brown corneas. You bit my ball! I already had my beef. Thing and Cling, now immoralized right here. Be the first to see. We like the ground! You know it. What's for dessert? Cherry goop or fudge? Or both? Umbrella head. Terror at the thought. Nope. Back and front are two different things. And when your front comes down from a hit from the back... eat dirt. The death of Butthead. He was yankin' on the rope. Whoa! And the second time he went down I said, "Oh No!" Ground's eye view. Fish lips, fish lips, fish lips. Are they slimy? Nah. WAY dry. Can't you do pig noises any better than that? Fixated. Snort. Those no-see-'ems can get pretty personal. Babes in the fire hydrant mist. Hey! That's my hynie! Every day you find another and it's longer than the other. Pause for effect. It's a wham bam traffic jam. I see you've got your old role back, girlie. Pick up the broken pieces, parts. I hear you're scared of me. Aw, you pooooor blond. Hope your spine cracks. Vampire food tossed out in the woods. It was out! No, it was in! In out in out. Well, if you turn your back to me it only gives me a better view of your ass. Got the 'noids yet? Yee-haw! Add one, better add two more to make up for it, the detriment. She's so cute! She's super! Long skinny legs kicking up grass. She sniffs propane in her Vicks. Grease me up and let me fly; The airport is mobile. Unfortunately in another state. Can't even take a joke anymore. You're growing fungus, kid. Underdeveloped, over-exposed, underpaid and over-privileged. Power serve upside down. Eat dirt. Circle thumb and forefinger, next two down. Pinkie waving in yo' face, suckah! Horseshoe nail embedded in the porch. Perched on a rock doing Pharaoh. Sitting here waiting so I can scream. A year ago I picked up strands of hair from the dust. Silver reflecting all surrounding color. Beginnings and endings-- boy, people ar fickle. Even 'joy' at learning to like what before was barely tolerated. Change of speed-- slow down and think. PamFriedEhli/1990 |
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| Congratulations, you've reached the end. Weird, huh? Well, that was me at 20. This is what I was writing while doing the job (employment) I'd wanted all my life. My [selective] memories of it, from a dozen-year remove, are all positive, except for being fired. Funny about this, because it sounds like the scribblings of an unhinged, suicidal person. Maybe I knew what was coming, even from day one of that summer. We make our own realities, that's for sure. Thanks for listening, for now. |
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