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Monday, January 08, 2007Odewhen it had turned its face to junewe talked about the amber moon and my home slice left me hanging like a silver scaled fish and the hole's still in my tongue so all the words fall through it but where the hook is i can't say he up and took the hook away the hole in the clouds is a bloody gash and the sand on the beach upsets like a rash but still i hold onto a bag full of ash cause one man's trash is another man's trash trash trash
Comments:
You melted my little heart.
fantastically brilliant linebreak: "ane my home slice left my hanging/like silver scaled fish" gigantically strange image: "the hole in the clouds is a bloody gash" Again, you put the rest of us art producing youth to shame . . . Could you please record yourself reading this so that we could one day maybe use it for something?
yes yes, this is really amazing. i'd love to pick out a favorite part, but like brandon did, i'd probably quote half the entire thing! i love the homeslice line. the words falling through the hole. holding onto a bag of ash. all of it!
wonderful. i wish i had a way with words. i can only barely speak.
probably not because i wrote this in an ichat to morgan fox because he was not responding to me. thanks boys. i blush.
the fact that you wrote that in ichat, spontaneously, so spur of the moment, makes me even more in awe of you and this ode.
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