It's a two-fer!

[whatcanbesaid]

I've grown weary of losing track of all the little things I write that I find somewhat good, so I'll not only be saving them all in the same area on my computer, but also throwing them in here. Today, we get 2 poems that were/are in my AIM profile. One of redemption, and one of the requisite "strange encounter in nature" type=things. Since I

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[pippki]

You're like Emily Dickinson, with less hyphens. And you know, your David quote seems, in my mind, oddly remniscient of something I perhaps wrote also. Perhaps it might've been this: It would be ridiculous to think that a man is capable of waking up one morning being able to know that that day, something will inevitably happen that will change his life forever. If he wakes up knowing, then his life has already been changed. The truest moments in a man's life are the ones he doesn't know until after they've happened. Everything else is a self-important, parading little lie. Moments that change are the moments that seize, that ensnare our senses and hold hostage our reasoning, capturing our minds. And they never let go until they've made sure that we will never forget them. How can one possibly wake up knowing they will have a moment like that?
or maybe something else entirely, buried deep in some other Wordpad document.

I enjoyed the quotes, misread the food as Cheetos Drink and questioned your sanity were you eating a drink of

[whatcanbesaid]

You know, it seems I've made a grievous error. IT's Neil YOUNG that a Southern Man don't need 'round. I weep at my failure and apologize to Neil Diamond. I got his hopes up, thinking that just southern men didn't need him (no one needs him). So that F-up on my part just killed the whole quasi-joke-thing I had going. Drat.

[pippki]

You....BASETARD!!!!! Neils everywhere die a little on the inside. Jesuds.(Jesuds, the Savior of Cleaning Products)

[aeris9919]

You know, I was going to correct you on your Neil mix-up. But that would have meant admitting to listing to BOTH Neil Young and Neil Diamond. I figured I'm made fun of enough for things other than my music taste, plus I knew you'd realize it in time. You're awesome like that.

I do have to say that the second poem is my favorite so far. I'm not sure if it's because it speaks to some unspoken part of myself, or if I just think words sound pretty spoken aloud. Probably a strange combination of the both.

Wally thinks you're a saint? Compared to others, you probably are. I mean- if I won 10 dollars playing poker (I suck at poker. This will probably never happen.) I'd keep the money for myself. Probably to buy comic books or cds I don't especially need. Learn to take a compliment, darn you!