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[docholaday]

To sell my soul
To have the guts
To grow some balls,
So that I might finally be able
To do what I've wanted to do,
But never wanted to want:
To make the world my whore,
To bleed on it,
Then throw it away
And make it feel as cheap as I've felt
For not making it feel cheap.

Comments

[racystacey]

...so you're saying that you want to be a woman and menstruate on the world????

[docholaday]

Well, no. Not vaginal bleeding, just general bleeding. I really don't know what I mean tby it, it just came out and felt good. Sadly, that was after only 2 beer. But, hey, if some buried part of me wanted to say that, there you go.

[racystacey]

... I liked the poem by the way.

oooo... and i need to to fill out a reference form for me... for that camp thing in Victoria. Call me!

[racystacey]

It was the grow some balls that made me think of the vaginal bleeding.... and... never mind... let's hope for Ragu and not Prego... that was ingenious.

[docholaday]

Are you prego?

[racystacey]

I wish! Then Brett would have to stay with me for at least nine more months... no... just thought of it and thought it was funny.

[docholaday]

Well, nine months WOULD last past Worlds in Finland. . .

[docholaday]

But I don't think you should procreate, Stacey. No offense.

[racystacey]

he says that he won't actually win in Finland... his goal is to make the finals.