zarathustra
01-20-2005, 04:04 AM
What does a female mouse use on her period?
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For the first piece of performance poetry was at a free-mike night.
The guy got up on stage, cleared his throat, and a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
Like many similar piece of paper, this contained his poem: jagged shards of glass.
He chewed them like a goddamn sandwich, causing massive oral bleeding.
He then spit out the mass of blood and glass, onto the floor, and walked off to a standing ovation.
How tortured could anybody be when compared to that guy?
I regularly feel that I need to find a way to express myself,
which leads to acts more destructive in name than in actuality.
I've never eaten glass at all, let alone for the sole purpose of calling it poetry.
In response to learning this,
the next poem I wrote (for a class) was urine soaked and tied inside a balloon.
Which reminds me that an artist was awarded $50,000 dollars for submitted an inflated, yet empty, trash bag.
Their explanation was that it's name was now it's function.
All I got was a good chuckle from the Prof,
and the well learned lesson that it's easer to get a dry piece of paper inside a balloon, then worry about the urine part.
People spend their lived doing this shit.
Wasn't there a thread started a little bit ago how people sometimes decide halfway through a thread that they should just scrap it?
Case in point.
If you actually read this, chances are that you're stoned and are screen-gleaning.
And in conclusion,
David Bowie was really a robot created to fight raging farm life,
but they put the wrong brain in,
Which is why I'm sending back my Karaoke Master 2000 that thinks it's a Cowpuncher 3500.
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They don't wear shit, they're mice for fuck's sake.
####intermission####
For the first piece of performance poetry was at a free-mike night.
The guy got up on stage, cleared his throat, and a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
Like many similar piece of paper, this contained his poem: jagged shards of glass.
He chewed them like a goddamn sandwich, causing massive oral bleeding.
He then spit out the mass of blood and glass, onto the floor, and walked off to a standing ovation.
How tortured could anybody be when compared to that guy?
I regularly feel that I need to find a way to express myself,
which leads to acts more destructive in name than in actuality.
I've never eaten glass at all, let alone for the sole purpose of calling it poetry.
In response to learning this,
the next poem I wrote (for a class) was urine soaked and tied inside a balloon.
Which reminds me that an artist was awarded $50,000 dollars for submitted an inflated, yet empty, trash bag.
Their explanation was that it's name was now it's function.
All I got was a good chuckle from the Prof,
and the well learned lesson that it's easer to get a dry piece of paper inside a balloon, then worry about the urine part.
People spend their lived doing this shit.
Wasn't there a thread started a little bit ago how people sometimes decide halfway through a thread that they should just scrap it?
Case in point.
If you actually read this, chances are that you're stoned and are screen-gleaning.
And in conclusion,
David Bowie was really a robot created to fight raging farm life,
but they put the wrong brain in,
Which is why I'm sending back my Karaoke Master 2000 that thinks it's a Cowpuncher 3500.
####end intermission####
They don't wear shit, they're mice for fuck's sake.