Monday Apr 19, 2004

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What better way to express my grief, than through the writing of bad poetry.

Requiem for a Shopping Arcade

for all those whose livelihoods who have been lost in the fire; for the community of beautiful freaks that allowed an escape from the madness of this country; for my teenage years; for the good times; for the Maddens and their dream of bringing good coffee...
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tigerpig:
haha. razor sharp wit? haha!

i love it whn just being mean is mistaken for being smart smile
hellocentral:
it is a bit bleak. i love bleak. i'm not familiar with norwegian climate, but it's quite cold here, speaking as someone who grew up in ohio.
there is no story. i'm doing an experiment wherein i write a poem every bloody day whether or not i want to and see what comes out. it seems to be about killing myself, though. ARRR!!!
edit: i will certainly summarize Island for you as soon as i finish it. =)

[Edited on Apr 21, 2004 1:45PM]