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the bungled and the botched
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Barnes&Nobles girl says:
who do you trust fully...if anyone at all.
posted Mar 25
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echo says:
no one. fully is tough. and there are precious few people in this world who it would be wise to trust fully.
posted Mar 25
michael says:
Valentines day. I hate this day. Should be no different than any other day. The hole just seems to be deeper and much darker today. Just to add some frosting...my doctor told me I have mono. This day just has so many levels of suck.
posted Feb 14
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Me and the Minibar says:
This seems almost like a support group.
i like it.
except it needs more commenting action....
posted Feb 7
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echo says:
i agree about the commenting. i was never sure which direction i wanted to try to take things here, partly because i wasn't sure who would be here. and my previous attempts at provoking reactions and interactions have not met with the greatest success. with a few exceptions. i do wholly welcome anyone who thinks they belong here. up to now it's been about the first two paragraphs of the poem. it's not really a support group, more of a sanctuary.
posted Feb 7
5L says:
yes, u r.
the world weariness is like cellular confinement. if u think u find birds of a feather, its the most dangerous to u. that brings u earth slide... so fly high echo and shriek :.|
(and close that goup down ....)
posted Jan 30
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echo says:
i think not if i find the right birds. and i'm still trying to fly. and those shrieks are of pain.
quote from american splendor:
"Everybody's always talking about how bad experiences cause you to grow...and all that cliched stuff. Man, I got enough bad experiences and growth to last me plenty. Right now...I'd be glad to trade some growth for happiness.
posted Feb 2
5L says:
tough lady. seems like u grown strong. but after all this blues i wonder if there is still happiness to find?
hope u find the right birds... and may the shrieking crow turn into a singing bird and fly into a mirror
posted Feb 4
echo says:
in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self
"somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I
could,they would somehow
not Be real"
(so he smiles
smiling)"but I will not
everywhere be real to
you in a moment"
The is blond
with small hands
"& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing"
(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)
~e. e. cummings
posted Jan 22
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echo says:
if anyone wants to tell their story.....what was it that broke you?
posted Apr 21