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[thebprt]

I just realzed. I come from a very trivial world. I write here about trivial things, and hide the best , bigger parts under tricky cuts that some of you get to be a part of. I wish I could write something so awfully tragic that my smile would cry just from the thought of it.  Made up of mere lusty vegtables and weeping oranges filled with weird and

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[muppet42489]

tell me tell me tell me how you became so many extraordinary things.
how you want me to spout beautiful things, but i could never do it the way you need, not in the way that you do for me.

you designate your poetry, but you are made up of it before the fact. you are made of it always.
everyone speaks differently. everyone sounds different, because sounds is so capable of layers and hiding within and often incapable of never being again.
don't believe in trivial things, you are not any of them.
love,
meself

p.s. see that first part of your entry? that is prose poetry. you are already there. you don't need any definitions.

[thebprt]

Ohh. I've been doing that for a long time, ut I never knew that was what it was called. Hmm. I'll post more, then. I have to learn to read over my work. I made like a million technical mistakes.
love love,
me.