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Array ( [sid] => 81618 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dude, I Got an Itchin’ for the Angus [time] => 2005-01-26 18:20:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => When lofty still were the widow’s moans,
I lived strong like liquor in the cuts.
In the bitter keepings of the night,
A teenage fetus stenched at the hurl of rigor mortis.

Caught in the light of broken vines and trespasses,
I hobbled against the waxing rack of the current.
It paced across a year observed in scope.
I am racing to lose all but myself.

It memorized a pin drop audience,
When atrophy let me fall sleeping down.
It clotted conversational indigestion,
Born from the remnants of cornea copulates.

Into frantic shards of contusions,
Fleecing hamstringed in the vasectomy’s procession.
On cancer, the hypodermic hoarsed,
Through grievances and apologies.

It got a little less abrasive, scabbing at the seams,
When the mind was set to hollow,
On vaticinal sardonicism that tongue-kissed the wounds,
In a nihilistic skin graft of revenance.

My vernacular corpse was rubbed so full,
Of a nightmarish seduction. So wonderfully malign,
I saw in the mirror my corpulent pregnancy,
Laced in anastigmatic sarcasm.

Convalescence faded asphyxia into a reluctant apathy,
That coerced regress into hideous splinters.
Limping through my wrists is a mimicked cold,
Voiced only in the vesicular regret.

It had a tendency to vomit reflections,
Of prepubescent concupiscence.
Remedied in the wake of flooding aspirin,
And infecting in a pool of humoristic rage,
I hope not to wake.


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Dude, I Got an Itchin’ for the Angus

Contributed by savingmarion on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 06:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



When lofty still were the widow’s moans,
I lived strong like liquor in the cuts.
In the bitter keepings of the night,
A teenage fetus stenched at the hurl of rigor mortis.

Caught in the light of broken vines and trespasses,
I hobbled against the waxing rack of the current.
It paced across a year observed in scope.
I am racing to lose all but myself.

It memorized a pin drop audience,
When atrophy let me fall sleeping down.
It clotted conversational indigestion,
Born from the remnants of cornea copulates.

Into frantic shards of contusions,
Fleecing hamstringed in the vasectomy’s procession.
On cancer, the hypodermic hoarsed,
Through grievances and apologies.

It got a little less abrasive, scabbing at the seams,
When the mind was set to hollow,
On vaticinal sardonicism that tongue-kissed the wounds,
In a nihilistic skin graft of revenance.

My vernacular corpse was rubbed so full,
Of a nightmarish seduction. So wonderfully malign,
I saw in the mirror my corpulent pregnancy,
Laced in anastigmatic sarcasm.

Convalescence faded asphyxia into a reluctant apathy,
That coerced regress into hideous splinters.
Limping through my wrists is a mimicked cold,
Voiced only in the vesicular regret.

It had a tendency to vomit reflections,
Of prepubescent concupiscence.
Remedied in the wake of flooding aspirin,
And infecting in a pool of humoristic rage,
I hope not to wake.






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Re: Dude, I Got an Itchin’ for the Angus (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 06:34:27 PM AEST
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Your thesaurus must be worn to shreds.
Stitch


Re: Dude, I Got an Itchin’ for the Angus (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 07:55:51 PM AEST
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I have to agree with Stitch. I don't know as I feel like looking up that many words that are so negative in feeling. If you wrote all that without looking anything up, I salute your vocabulary however! Cheers!


Re: Dude, I Got an Itchin’ for the Angus (User Rating: 1 )
by Maxximus on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 08:44:01 PM AEST
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Very painful and honest, you let something out that was original in all senses. It flowed in a way that's a bit hard to describe but speaks of something deeper than the words let on themselves.


Re: Dude, I Got an Itchin’ for the Angus (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 09:29:42 PM AEST
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You are a GOOD writer. I did not need a dictionary or thesaurus to read this and I for one thought it was great. Keep it up.

Just one question, I am intrigued by the title.
Are you referring to angus steak? lol....


Re: Dude, I Got an Itchin’ for the Angus (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 05:08:20 AM AEST
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My god, your extensive use of the Thesarus is outstanding.

Jane x




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