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goes stale

Everyone knows that content goes stale.

Experimental or tempermental? Poetry/shmoetry.

I am a sinner. How can I ever atone for my wretchedness? Who would ever care to hear this here? why wouldn't they respond with ultra derisive response?

Does self-loathing help?

I've said too much too many times. Delete, delete. Delete.

I can't top what was here before.

 Geesh, I've flown far and away today,
       haven't I?

overlay the overlay.

I got nothing more

January 16th, 2013

some day
      this guitar will play
   oh yay! 
   some day.
   hey hey hey hey.
    some day.

Praise the Lord for his unfailing love.
    Praise the Lord for his unfailing Love!
    Let blow the ancient horn to call us all to
    Praise the Lord for his unfailing Love!

 



   We decide
    how far
 it bothers us
 sometimes she
   takes it too far
   far south they drove
 towards that light
  she couldn't 
    tell you
   stop telling you
    tell you
   stop telling you.

  The radiator cap
   had to tighted.
 The cylinders
    got resurfaced.
 Supper at the beach.
   what does it matter
     if we ever get back
            to the car?
 She sent a post card.
   She doesn't remember who.

  They tell that story
     over and over till
 no one cares to hear it anymore.
  Badger me use
    your super elastic powers
  to inflict.

  Period. End of sentence.
 
  "Don't you want to add anything?
      say anything else?
   for future generations?."

  It's a stage prop life, he said
    it himself
   slipping off, 
     sliding down
 we couldn't stop him.
 the crowds around him
    clapped 
      and
     clapped.
  
 They were not experienced
   in expecting
  expectations someone
   had to have the stage-rights?
 Weren't they accoustomed to locking
      those things up right-quick?
  She asked him? It
   got bothersome, the
      coach rocks along the
    fractured sky a rocket
  on a rail. clanking
    all night back to the city.

 Back in the halls of there, 
    when the drips in the deep recess
   echoes in your mind like a story of lost legions,
 there were ghosts there worrying over
       the heartbreak
  the over bearing.
       the derailing.


    Derailers pulled the chain to shift
     that bike into a lower gear.
 The cyclist climbs the steep hill with ease.