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week2http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day actual picture of teddybear graveyard land/nook/but one corner of the epic playroom. we broken toys will be crashing at my 'rents house for our Palace of Wonders show in DC, June 8th. and i will likely be the petite openeuse act, bowiekele-ing and burlesque poetessin' atcha!
5.23.10 (Sun.)
Surprisingly, i awake still enchanting to some
extent the static teddy bear collection is my
graveyard of bells and whistles and Droid alarm...
My mother devenoms my exhaustopeless mood,
my father gives me a new term, "erudetritus" while
i feel weird,
poem-post from my mother's analyst chair.
Anyone for tennis? No seriously, who's taking me
to Victoria's Secret and the Strod of Norm? Nothing
like your rib cage being under-represented at the semi
-annual formal sale to make you want to drink at the mall.