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It feels different now, there is a certain sense of No Not Yet resist the temptation but she smiles strokes I ask myself why not treat? You deserve, you must have done something... old cliché, old boot, can never find laces for them anymore... don't miss it baby, don't miss it till it's gone with the wind, where shall I go, what shall I do? Let's get some fast food hon, have I bought too much? Can't let it die, show no fear, no pride, no inkling of a weakness cos lovie as the sun goes down it's all highlighted, they'll all see it, even Butler who you smile so good for, she loves that yellow chairbag... How about we listen to "Love Songs Til Midnight" together, see if our names come up? Don't hit me please, don't black my eyes... your fists don't matter enough to even make a dent, though I wish I'd bleed at least a little, the pain would bring more relief than fabric softener even ECSTASY soaring upward - putre satisfaction not diluted, fingernails clean... but now, now, very now, you draw your knife from that sheath so cleverly hid within your leather... it works this time, the cut though lacks the desired poison Bandaids won't fix this one lass a kiss and a cuddle aren't enough yet it goes away with a peanut butter sandwich, what is your formula? I scraped my knee while skateboarding but who believes that one anymore? Not enough words here to quench a rat's thirst, let alone make a poem


Another of my first creations, this pretty much comprises a whole bunch of things I was dwelling on at the time. Butler was one of my teachers early in primary school, and I really did own a yellow chairbag.