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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Glorified Apple Pie... and Milkshakes Up Your Nose.
[time] => 2005-09-23 17:54:59
[hometext] => Written September 21, 2005.
[bodytext] => Acetone eyes glimmer like tar on a hot summer’s day; Chilling, like antifreeze – drink it down. Don’t try to hide beneath soft moccasins. There’s more than one way to skin a Cat. Please, oh please, no. Too much. Too soon. Too fast! I can’t ease your suffering, not the way you desire. The way you devour, it’s so unlike me. Terror-wrists, terror-eyes. Pledges of diamond rings and ruby hearts. Pardon me; I must be miss-taken. Miss-hapen. Miss-ion? Yes, Regis. Maybe, Jesus… Sees me. Seize me. Cease her. Siege against the world. Only thirty-eight minutes ‘til de(b)t-o-nation Waging wars like toy castles. Cheap, pointless; street-corner harlots? Prostituting, promising, promoting? Only they may know. Only secrets there; unravelling like poorly fashioned scar-ves. Dollar store downbeats? Beat down. Back off, brother. Alien(ate) my teacher. No, really! Seconds past. Thirty-one blinks more. Raise your voice, your hand, your flag. Not hers or his or his or hers. Repentance is key; tarnished gold. Anything is possible, if you just be-leave (your mark). Revered forever, as the one who broke her smile. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 73 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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