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[atrocity_]

Why did no one ever tell me the danger of treating the world like a poem in revision or of treating a poem like the world? A girl in pink gum-soled shoes, the daughter of a Czech tobacconist perhaps, or a woman at a fruit stand in Napoli, her role as customer or vender ambiguous, approached me this, the first day in months that the sun warmed my

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[anonymous]

I'm sorry, I don't think you're allowed to call your own blog entry elegant.

[badmojoe]

that was me

[atrocity_]

I can if I'm mocking my friend Jay. http://the101dmnations.livejournal.com/

[the101dmnations]

You poetic son of a bitch, what's going on?

[the101dmnations]

Other than, you know, mocking my aching and bittersweet journal entries.

I love you

[anonymous]

Yeah,

I want to see this post reformatted in poem form..it gives me a little chill when I read it. And yes, I'm a swarthy, middle-aged phuck who should bathe more often, but I love you.

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