you write EXACTLY the same way as you talk. i don't know how to explain or expand on that, but you do. when i read your words i can see you saying it. so um, good job i suppose.
--a composed poem that wasn't composed.-- I know you can (pretend it is an m) because I am the best in vietnam "The best in what?" asked Sam and so I give him some green eggs and ham and say with a SLAM 'me so horny...I love you long time' ..am
In fact Clairethomas dear... I tried so hard (and of course failed) to explain to my mother this very thing very recently. It had to do with my father situation. And.she.just.won't.grasp.the.concept. So it turned into an argument/fight.
And it was so ironically hilarious to me because the evidence of the fighting that we were doing that very moment about fighting wasn't working and no ideas were being truly heard because all she cared about at that moment was changing my belief and morphing it into hers--not for the sake of showing me something that she felt was truly correct (how it started out to be) but just so she could win the fight.
So it went on for a few more minutes while I tried to see if she would just fucking grasp the point that was slapping her in the face.... and it promptly ended with me laughing. A lot.
Perhaps another day.
oh and I leave you with... "We live on the same rock..can't we all just get along?"
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i don't know how to explain or expand on that, but you do.
when i read your words i can see you saying it.
so um, good job i suppose.
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I think I can
I think I can
hellz no.
--a composed poem that wasn't composed.--
I know you can (pretend it is an m)
because I am
the best in vietnam
"The best in what?" asked Sam
and so I give him some green eggs and ham
and say with a SLAM
'me so horny...I love you long time' ..am
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I tried so hard (and of course failed) to explain to my mother this very thing very recently.
It had to do with my father situation.
And.she.just.won't.grasp.the.concept.
So it turned into an argument/fight.
And it was so ironically hilarious to me because the evidence of the fighting that we were doing that very moment about fighting wasn't working and no ideas were being truly heard because all she cared about at that moment was changing my belief and morphing it into hers--not for the sake of showing me something that she felt was truly correct (how it started out to be) but just so she could win the fight.
So it went on for a few more minutes while I tried to see if she would just fucking grasp the point that was slapping her in the face....
and it promptly ended with me laughing.
A lot.
Perhaps another day.
oh and I leave you with...
"We live on the same rock..can't we all just get along?"
Peace.
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