07.18.02 - 1:35 p.m. (note: this is a poem in progress that i've been doing on and off this morning. it's by no means polished, and i really don't know if i'll ever polish it. it's just here sort of as a way to save it for another time, if i ever wanna edit and revise it.) mickey blue eyes Mickey Blue-Eyes never got her number, just Just her card: the letters of her first name slippery-slope-sliding And that was what he was looking for, just then. Cat burglar. She would probably want caramels
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I am not a Marxist.
-- Karl Marx Dei remi facemmo ali al fol volo. -- Dante Inferno XXVI.125 Intelligent Life Apollos Azra'il Cody Migali The Psycho Salam Pax Silver Wolf she feeds the wound within her veins; she is eaten by a secret flame. -- Virgil, Aeneid, IV By your stumbling, the world is perfected. -- Sri Aurobindo |