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DopeBeastie
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oh baby, there you are
wound up in your tooth
aching? Yes, aching, I can tell.
I can tell by the color you paint your walls
that you are someone else
sometimes and never always
You are that entity I have always never known
that part I have dissected only to find bits of stupid flesh
there are seams in sheets
and there is my face
pressed up tight against your superfly chest
those drunken thursday evenings in which
I am steeped
your snore absolutely bellowing
into my ear...
as if the whole world should tear to pieces
were you to stop.
and there are those things
those interspices
the boys calling from the front
the spice and the rot and the aging
the crank and the lust
and that spot you should inhale
each and everytime you can
wound up in your tooth
aching? Yes, aching, I can tell.
I can tell by the color you paint your walls
that you are someone else
sometimes and never always
You are that entity I have always never known
that part I have dissected only to find bits of stupid flesh
there are seams in sheets
and there is my face
pressed up tight against your superfly chest
those drunken thursday evenings in which
I am steeped
your snore absolutely bellowing
into my ear...
as if the whole world should tear to pieces
were you to stop.
and there are those things
those interspices
the boys calling from the front
the spice and the rot and the aging
the crank and the lust
and that spot you should inhale
each and everytime you can
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that's a whole different poem.
Hi R.
you fucker, lol... who the heck you be, doo be?
I be the one who remembers that "life is worth"
the ups, the downs, the bumps and the bruises
the friendships forged over a message pit of time
sometimes it's the people you don' meet who you remember the most.
i tink i know who you be
thanks for sharing.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I can tell by the color you paint your walls that you are someone else sometimes and never always
You are who I've always never known. And the part I have dissected to find bits of stupid flesh.
There are seams in sheets and there is my face pressed tight against your chest
When I am steeped in Drunken Thursday evenings
Your snore absolutely bellowing into my ear...
as the whole world should tear to pieces
were you to stop.
This is my favorite part! Very intimate and berating in such a loving way. Interesting Miss Nazi - lots to think about. I kind of like the unedited version myself.
keep on writing, hope you're still singing as well young lady.
be well always.
Jason
but, i'm very thankful. thanks for everything jason.
and monkey? i thought you were jde... so i guess i don't know who you are
pm? pwease?
thanks astral. i agree with you, actually. xoxo Rachel
Or maybe I am wrong.
You don't have to be thankful to me, but you're welcome, You're the only person to ever sing to me on the phone, so I think anything I gave yah was still not up to par.
In fact shoot me some written words when you can, I might have something for you if you don't have it already rach.
I hope the kiddies are keeping you smiling.
Now behave yourself down there, or don't, it's all good for a Jersey born gal.
Jason
Oh and would I ever make another name rach? so not my style, I am who and what I am for better or worse.
Jason
sorry for the faux pas... I should know better, you're right