i don't think of animals as having "corpses".....i guess they wouldn't be as appetizing that way.....

my jeep grew spiderwebs, and fast food bags
it darkened slightly, and the rear now sags
it's filled with useful things, useless there
and i have no attachment, when the safety belt's off

your car grew cobwebs and bent in to kiss you
i realized that ends do exist, but have done nothing about it
dfnqwoinfafonwoeraosdfnwoaenfwoafnwoafnwo

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99 fragments of years on the walls
99 stagnant years
i take on down..i pass it around
the eyebrows rise while the eyes, they shift down

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the cars were blurry and
then it was us
the sky, it was opening
the roof was beaten
the street lights were crying
and then i parked

the day had died without showing us sun
a swan and two dinner plates died somewhere underground
everything i felt, felt like a reaction
and was i red from the cold or that other thing?

the sky was hissing and spitting and weighed me down, but i've been heavy for awhile

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two heads weaving a pattern of red
through the air, before landing in
the stained basket
connected by the circular nature
of a calender, but seperated by the
linear nature of time, now meeting
after leaving...shareing names and deaths
we kept only the names and the color
spewing out of them, but then made
hearts more pretty.

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eyes...yes.....eyes as red as stoplights......

i am so tired that my face feels like a huge rock. it's hard to make facial expressions...but it's not that hard to type, oddly enough. yeah....i don't think i got any sleep.......i got to sleep late, but i can't remember dreams, only a series of waking-up-and-looking-at-the-clock episodes. i didn't go to class today...but i went to school.....which was kind of pointless....i got free hot dogs.....last night while i was getting gas, some dude came up to me on a bike and asked if i would do him a huge favor. the favor was i go through jack in the box drive thru on account a he was on a bike. he needed to get food for his dad. he gave me money. it was cool. but i didn't ask for fucking cheese on the jumbo jacks like he asked for. oh well.....fuck him. he had cologne and he made me smell it.....for some reason. i'm so tired. life should be good....i'm actually reading three very awesome books (since you asked: the rules of attraction - bret easton ellis, clockers - richard price, the tortiall curtain - t. coraghessan boyle [the last is for class, but awesome nonetheless]); i've been listening to some awesome albums (the two new bright eyes albums are fantastic....the new elliott smith is still wonderful, neil young's on the beach is a near-perfect album, and i can't get enough of this bob dylan '64 bootleg from the philharmonic hall); and i've recently seen some awesome movies (notably, Melvin Goes to Dinner). But I feel like shit, and have felt like this.....shit, for a couple of days. Went to san diego on Friday to see bright eyes (and neva dinova, which i didn't end up seeing) and it was awesome, but it didn't make me really happy like shit has before. i don't want to use the phrase "in a funk" but it is so tempting....so THERE. i want to wrote more poem-shits, and i read this article that michele slapped in fronta me today about writing and stuff and i felt like it was mocking me.....it said just write, don't worry about..etc. yeah. no.....wait......yeah.