My internetz are slow tonight
I do not know what's wrong
So I'm doing nothing much
Just listening to songs
Why are the internetz so slow?
Is it some virus or malware? oh no!
I remember last time I had this problem
Blue Screen of Death and madness
I wish my internetz were faster
I wish a data card was cheaper
I wish I had more power to download
All the songs in the world
But I am stuck here with a slow connection
Feeling embarrassed to even type its speed
Surfing in dead slow net is no fun
A dedicated broadband is what I need
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
To Make Her Bleed
The starfish lay there
Open
Like the star of David
Or a pentagram
Waiting for the prodding scalpel
To make her bleed
Feed her need
To feel something
Inside of her
To make her feel alive
Yet again
Wake her
From this deadness
The numb feeling
That had crawled
Deep in her bones
With the cold wind
The starfish lies
Lies there waiting
For something
To make her bleed
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We need more poems!!
Open
Like the star of David
Or a pentagram
Waiting for the prodding scalpel
To make her bleed
Feed her need
To feel something
Inside of her
To make her feel alive
Yet again
Wake her
From this deadness
The numb feeling
That had crawled
Deep in her bones
With the cold wind
The starfish lies
Lies there waiting
For something
To make her bleed
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We need more poems!!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Eating Bananas At 3 AM
There must be people awake
Talking to their girlfriends
Earplugs stuck in brains
As they lie in their beds
At 3 AM
There must be people awake
Sitting in a call center
Talking to someone in America or maybe UK
With a fake accent
At 3 AM
There must be people traveling
In the buses and trains and cars and on foot
In the darkness from A to B
Waiting for a loo clean enough to pee
At 3 AM
There must be people doing Dirty Things
Somewhere, where, I don't know
Don't even want to
But I know they are doing Dirty Things
At 3 AM
But what I really want to know is,
Why am I
Writing a poem and
Eating bananas
At 3 AM
Talking to their girlfriends
Earplugs stuck in brains
As they lie in their beds
At 3 AM
There must be people awake
Sitting in a call center
Talking to someone in America or maybe UK
With a fake accent
At 3 AM
There must be people traveling
In the buses and trains and cars and on foot
In the darkness from A to B
Waiting for a loo clean enough to pee
At 3 AM
There must be people doing Dirty Things
Somewhere, where, I don't know
Don't even want to
But I know they are doing Dirty Things
At 3 AM
But what I really want to know is,
Why am I
Writing a poem and
Eating bananas
At 3 AM
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