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Post by CJ on Aug 23, 2012 18:03:07 GMT -5
This is just a place to put some of my work. Critiques are appreciated.
You asked me why I like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Perhaps it was stress or the break-up or my job's lack of liveliness that convinced me to watch ponies who were joyful and entertaining, who went on vast adventures, with dragons, phoenixes,minotaurs and more, transforming a silly girl’s toyline into captivating inspiration, far outshining a racist, sexist director’s movies of transforming robots.
2:58 AM
I curl up on the single seat plaid couch the way my hamster does in his tower soaring high to grayscale poster skies. Breathe in tart, drunken mess as he squats, twitching, in his seed collection and we feel the same agitation, frustration, contemplation, wondering how, when, and why the definition of “fun” equated to college students thrusting their drinks and hips away in the aura of mind numbing music. Our ears drum in participation, despite our hesitation, despite buildings apart he and I feel the plague atmosphere encompassing residences like wildfire, blazing until the cold wet hours of the early morning when I greet my small friend again. My feet dance memorized patterns to a Rocker’s Party Anthem, recalling I have to feed him and twist my head and hands to snatch his seeds in my loose fingers. My leg collapses into itself as I drop his food on the ground, my eyelids falling with it.
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Post by CJ on Nov 12, 2012 16:55:14 GMT -5
Oh hey. This was relevant in the chatbox so I'm posting it here. This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions, twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace. The Royal Tart Toter, “ The Other Tarts,” Adventure Time Grateful you’re caught in the gravity of my Milky-WayHad you not noticed me on autumn Thursday, Walking with Girl You Kind of Knew, Who would I be without you? A tale of agape absent, Fetal positioned in bed, chose Sleeping early to hope late morning Church bells ring a cell phone tone To abandon my video game Creed, proclaim to you I would be vanilla Plain if not for your sprinkle Invitation. But lost in sugar-free Ignorance, your words this Fantasy Never tastes, leaving fiction Me, spoiled and sour.
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