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There is a mental state
I strive to achieve
a homeostatic state
a humming
a lull
like those alpha wave
tapes they sold in the 60's
I need to hear
that in my head all day.
Instead of the
clanging of my
thoughts
and the
clashing of my
wants
versus
what I should do
need to do
and the sad,
bright violins
from "Sunshine"
so melancholy
so consistent
that remind me
how it is
not to have
anyone understand

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    Wednesday, September 26, 2007

      Bad Commute

      Stank No- Respectin' Heffa
      (to the tune of " Trick Ass Bitch" - by Maxine E. b.k.a. VIXEN 5)

      No one exists in this world but you.

      We've all been put here as extras in YOUR grand epic story.
      I should understand.
      The spoils of the world were designed
      for your singular enjoyment
      you Stank
      No Respectin' Heffa.
      All public domain is your personal
      playground for you to flaunt
      your LACK
      of manners...
      How much yo' mama wasn't around
      and how much yo' daddy didn't care
      So you talk at the top of your lungs on the bus
      poppin' ur gum and
      suckin' your teeth.
      and you sit in spaces
      ENTIRELY TOO SMALL
      for your baby fattie.
      Your bad ass kids need not apologize for their
      being bereft of human courtesy and
      you needn't apologize for them either
      this is your world - if they don't know, they had betta ax somebody.
      Your fare on the subway was paid in gold bullion
      which gives you more privilege than the rabble, we know.
      And your generous fare pays the
      peons that should pick up your mess five feet from the garbage
      but you didn't feel like walking - so you threw it on the floor.
      And spit wherever you'd like...
      This is your MTA...
      Also, that move you learned from your grandpa
      where you blow your nose
      with no tissue?
      ESPECIALLY SEXY.
      So we get it...
      Bumpin' into us requires no acknowledgment
      and looking at the person you assailed with heat is warranted.
      After all - you're queen of the world and you're only riding with us cause your limo's in the shop.
      Keep on blastin' your iPod loud enough for us
      to all sing you along your way to the welfare office
      AGAIN...
      you foul-mouthded
      breech-birthded
      mouth-breathin
      slack-jawded
      no dressin'
      no manners havin'
      baby manufacturin but no parenting skill havin'
      dirty assed
      no respectin'
      HEIFER!!!!!

      Have a lovely day.

      200709261303 4tress


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