Poems by PastaNazi
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            My mouth is stuffed full
 with a cat fur smile,
 point-oh-two-seven-three
 long sighs wide.
 I watch honor
 bat at pride
 like a mouse on a kitchen floor
 limitless in size.
 Honor losing face
 through a space
 under an oven.
 Built to vent
 potential threat,
 and give a pipe
 something to blow?
 Now make it two cats.
 Does the mouse have a chance?
 Can they know how hungry they'll still be when it's gone?
 How content they might be had it never ever come?0
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            i thought,
 i had something to say,
 all that comes out is,
 meow.0
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            A bump for Pasta. 0 0
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            the oddest shade of deepest blue wraps around, a new hue... a new you... my darling mirrored mist of smoke and fire whose mother never calls on birthdays... all these years so stand-alone, so tall, a support unhitched, do not look back... a blind spot, a choked esteem
 a gasp
 my mouth a gap
 through punctured lung
 ice-pick hands
 my heart filled with blood0
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 jesus love! I've missed you! welcome backOriginally posted by PastaNazi
 the oddest shade of deepest blue wraps around, a new hue... a new you... my darling mirrored mist of smoke and fire whose mother never calls on birthdays... all these years so stand-alone, so tall, a support unhitched, do not look back... a blind spot, a choked esteem
 a gasp
 my mouth a gap
 through punctured lung
 ice-pick hands
 my heart filled with blood 0 0
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            morning ripple
 my pancakes need syrup
 you know where to get some good stuff?0
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            Originally posted by PastaNazi
 morning ripple
 my pancakes need syrup
 you know where to get some good stuff?
 how do you do mrs. butterworth,
 how do you do today?Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
 As she slams the door in his drunken face
 And now he stands outside
 And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
 He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
 What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
 Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
 And his tears fall and burn the garden green0
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 YES! I guess I've always taken the syrup thing for granted. It flows like water around me. YOu need some sent your way. Fresh from the tree it self.Originally posted by PastaNazi
 morning ripple
 my pancakes need syrup
 you know where to get some good stuff?
 And a huge good morning to you Pasta!
 OXO
 r.e.0
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            mrs. butterworth smiles, sorta
 gotta pack up things that aren't mine
 and don't belong here anymore
 bitter bitter
 not so sweet
 'tis the way in these things, i suppose
 (hugs to you, too, r.e.)0
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            Wonderful!
 These are good enough for a bump.0
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            I suppose I have
 a Hard Time Dying
 Wringing hands
 In empty rooms
 Once filled To the gills
 With “friends” dripping sucrose “I love you’s”
 All Day Long.
 I’m allergic to aspartame
 like I’m allergic to pain.
 like I’m allergic to liars
 dirty mirrors and
 stingy lovers.
 FUCK YOU
 Enjoy your little room.
 I’ll try to fall
 in love
 with mine.0
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 {{{{{Pasta Nazi}}}}}}
 Ya know, for some reason the above poem reminded me of that movie, "Shirley Valentine" and how she'd talk to her walls! LOL! It was a cute flick. 
 :-*Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            is that TONGUE you're passing me miss enlightened??? :D:D :D:D
 {{{{{{{YOU}}}}}}}0
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            Originally posted by PastaNazi
 is that TONGUE you're passing me miss enlightened??? :D :D
 {{{{{{{YOU}}}}}}} LOL! LOL!
 What do you expect! You ARE talking to me, after all! 
 It be like, tongue of Gene Simmons quality, baby!
 Have a super duper weekend, babydoll!
 ps. Nice to see you! *kisses with lotsa tongueage* Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            that's only gonna work if it's 406 miles long, babe, lol
 of course i'm talking to YOU 
 can't literally tongue
 might as well talk, eh?0
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            Originally posted by PastaNazi
 that's only gonna work if it's 406 miles long, babe, lol
 of course i'm talking to YOU 
 can't literally tongue
 might as well talk, eh?
 LMFAO!!!! EXACTLY!!!!
 LOL!  
 Shoot, I gotta go home now but thanks for stopping by and having giggles! 'Twas fun!   I miss the old days (tenacious one) and the old crew, man did we ever have a gas there for awhile, huh?  Ah well, "the times they are a changin'".  This was short but very sweet, PN.  It was really nice to fool around on here again with ya today. 'Twas fun!   I miss the old days (tenacious one) and the old crew, man did we ever have a gas there for awhile, huh?  Ah well, "the times they are a changin'".  This was short but very sweet, PN.  It was really nice to fool around on here again with ya today. Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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            Originally posted by PastaNazi
 I suppose I have
 a Hard Time Dying
 Wringing hands
 In empty rooms
 Once filled To the gills
 With “friends” dripping sucrose “I love you’s”
 All Day Long.
 I’m allergic to aspartame
 like I’m allergic to pain.
 like I’m allergic to liars
 dirty mirrors and
 stingy lovers.
 FUCK YOU
 Enjoy your little room.
 I’ll try to fall
 in love
 with mine.
 I love it PastaNazi!
 You understand and can truly see.
 love you
 ripple effect0
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            Apricots Rained down last night
 Glowing lightly tangerine
 beneath my highly o’ersized tree
 I waddle ‘round upon my knees
 and turn the slug-fruit in my hand
 to toss it in the plastic bag.
 This tree, always over-ripe
 and overbearing fruit not wanted
 can’t be stopped
 and wont be daunted
 Single tracked its effort sway.
 To give the children treats to eat
 and give the children’s pink skin shade.0
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            I flicked cigarette butts off the edge of pain and he trailed them with his insight, thinking, "man, she's gotta quit that. She's gotta quit staring down the drain all the time. I mean, I know she's hip to vortices and gravities, genuities taken up, folded in half, and tucked under her soul's arm, right next door to where the ache turns joy into water salt taffy that sticks to her cheeks when she cries. Oh, it's sweet, alright. Such a transparent mess that can only been seen from a side."
 "He isn't Just Some Guy," Miss Amelia's mother sighed. "He isn't Just Some Guy."0
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            An impression came…
 four floating discs,
 Meniscuses circling around the same plane
 Connected at some invisible center
 A lightly blue grain
 To the edge
 And the outward of each
 Tripped my eye
 While my mind fumbled
 To understand
 What it meant
 Meanwhile my mouth
 on the line with a man
 twisted
 fighting (as usual)
 To understand
 What I meant
 When I said,
 “I love you, that shit don’t change”
 (Knowing full well that life sometimes lies.)
 I’m not. But life does.
 Like those guys.
 Sometimes.
 My apologies to everyone
 that abandon the blue.
 I’m an optimist
 With pessimist
 breath
 Aren’t you?
 So back to the mirage
 Impressionist pane
 Could four floating discs
 Be dimensionally same?0
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