Oh my god, I'm laughing so loud that I will wake up charlotte next door.
You're like Dorothy Parker on X.
Just yesterday I was telling c. and ama that I have my diary from when I was 7, and it had such uplifting and insightful things in it like, "Natalie Turkich is such a fat cow! She even fatter than me!!"
I had forgotten I had kept anything like this so had little insight into my child self until now. I'm reading some of my creative writing and thinking I come across as pretty disturbed. Loads of death and torture.
Here's another one I'm enjoying (not a poem this time)
An Emotive Speech.
"Fellow peanuts, I have gathered you here today to warn you about the horrors that are to come. You may think that it's a very fine life just sitting there in your shells but you will be stripped viciously from your homes and be roasted alive or smothered in salt and packed so tightly so that you cannot move or breathe, in plastic packets. If this was not enough, some of us are hung up on strings and savaged by wild animals such as squirrels and birds. You will be chopped and ground to powder, or, if you are not of perfect taste you will be disregarded like a piece of rubbish. We most do something about this!"
I don't happen to have them on me, but I won an award for a poem called "Souls" that said things like, "The soul of a smile is rainbow," or something similar, and Ms. Goodrich, my English teacher, also loved my "Ode to Pickles."
I would have given "The Badger" a solid A, for sure.
seriously, what's with the B++? What the heck? You were socially aware, what with the comment about the frozen feet of those waiting for the dole!
i pretended to have angst and wrote a peom called tears when i was 7. my mother laughed at me for being so ridiculous. then, when i was 15, i won a prize for a poem i wrote, boy was it crap!
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You're like Dorothy Parker on X.
Just yesterday I was telling c. and ama that I have my diary from when I was 7, and it had such uplifting and insightful things in it like, "Natalie Turkich is such a fat cow! She even fatter than me!!"
Your & Robin's pieces are so much more evolved.
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I had forgotten I had kept anything like this so had little insight into my child self until now. I'm reading some of my creative writing and thinking I come across as pretty disturbed. Loads of death and torture.
Here's another one I'm enjoying (not a poem this time)
An Emotive Speech.
"Fellow peanuts,
I have gathered you here today to warn you about the horrors that are to come.
You may think that it's a very fine life just sitting there in your shells but you will be stripped viciously from your homes and be roasted alive or smothered in salt and packed so tightly so that you cannot move or breathe, in plastic packets.
If this was not enough, some of us are hung up on strings and savaged by wild animals such as squirrels and birds.
You will be chopped and ground to powder, or, if you are not of perfect taste you will be disregarded like a piece of rubbish.
We most do something about this!"
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I would have given "The Badger" a solid A, for sure.
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Pickles so deserve an ode.
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i pretended to have angst and wrote a peom called tears when i was 7. my mother laughed at me for being so ridiculous. then, when i was 15, i won a prize for a poem i wrote, boy was it crap!
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Post them! Post them! Post them! Post them! Post them!
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