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Please tell me everything, this means you, I am hungry and also

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(person) by junkpile (2.9 y) (print)   ?   (I like it!) 31 C!s Wed Sep 06 2000 at 16:12:32


I celebrate myself, and sing myself. Every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I hope to trade you a story for a story, hoping to cease not till death.


I am a jumbleheap of leftovers which don't all match up, but then again lots of them do. I am the only one who needs all my pieces, but then again I give at least one piece to everyone.


I studied psychology to understand people and when I started to understand, I quit.


I taught a girl how to hydroplane and, later, how to make love. I like tall women and blonde men and everyone else. This morning I made the FedEx man laugh, who never laughs.   I am the one Alice wanted after all.


I fix things and explain things. I am a part of this screen and so are you; when we read each other, we become part of each other. I want to know the biggest idea you carry around inside you. I want to eat everything you can say. Tell me your three wishes and I will grant one.


I leave index cards with my email address on public tables. The cards say, If I left you my name, would you tell me something that happened when you were seven? Would you tell me about open windows and your mother? Would you tell me everything?


I have a loud holy vision that is beginning to set things on fire. I have a soft wind vision that I am giving away for free. Vision after vision I am waiting for the right one to electrically engulf me and reawaken every cell. When I am king no one will go hungry.


I make resolutions and keep them. I have never used one of my votes and I never will. It is safe to trust me with secrets and babies.


I am vain and happy and I want to give you both these things. I am unleashed. I take a photograph of myself every day. Thom Yorke offered to marry me but I said No, everyone likes you better lonely.


Every day I learn something and do a good deed. Every day I eat green things. Everyday I write the book and by now you are probably in it.


I am junkpile. One day I will step out of my body and burst into bloom. I never get cramps, every letter of my name is silent, and in my dreams I can always, always fly.


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One day I will step out of my body and burst into bloom You are on a list of four who are allowed. You are number four. How I fell in love with Alice Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?
I would like to sit in a coffee shop with a notebook, two pens, a carton of cigarettes, and you Conrad wants to know what I have been dreaming. This might get complicated. Don't touch me when I'm screaming We got along OK, until one day we didn't
Alice Everyday I Write the Book Fingers slide together and, I am so alive fractal humanity
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them. Tell me something dangerous and true My body falling into stars Drinking in text as though the thirst might not present itself again
Don't misunderstand this one, it was like palm against palm through a window I celebrate myself, and sing myself, Excuse me, may I blow your mind? We exist in a world of pure communication, where looks don't matter and only the best writers get laid
Hammer of the God Awful Another love. I am weary of the starts of things. Love is more complicated than Quantum Mechanics I look better when I am wet
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