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Hello loyal blog reader!
I have decided to start a weekly 'creative' writing blog. My only aim is to briefly entertain if I fail you in that send anthrax to my address!
Last Night
by Gary R Harris
I saw her at a club,
where I had come to dance.
I saw her and she shrunk the room,
I fell into her trance.
Not once did I dare notice,
that apple in her throat,
or her shoulders sailing wide,
like masts unto a boat,
All I knew was that I needed her,
and that hope held me a float.
We played a game of cat and mouse,
until the clock struck ten.
Then I found my courage and asked her,
to come home to my den.
She said yes and I was shocked,
I quickly led her home,
and brought her to the room,
where passions free to roam.
I kissed her lips then laid her back
the lights I did then dim.
Seconds later I found out that,
Susan's name was Jim.
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Just kidding but you telegraphed your punchline way too early.
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7856 old auburn rd, Citrus Heights , ca 95661 apt #4
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Should I google, or should I just ask you the year of this poem?
If you choose the second answer, would you then answer my question?
If you chose the second answer then please answer it.
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On January 16 2011 23:09 AttackZerg wrote:
7856 old auburn rd, Citrus Heights , ca 95661 apt #4
"Total Travel Estimate: 3 minutes / 1.03 miles"
It'd actually be quicker for me to walk the anthrax over instead of mail it. I guess I'll brt in 10 mins, I want to stop at jack-in-the-box on the way there.
+ Show Spoiler +No, I'm not actually going over! But o_O small world
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On January 17 2011 00:13 shimpoe wrote:Show nested quote +On January 16 2011 23:09 AttackZerg wrote:
7856 old auburn rd, Citrus Heights , ca 95661 apt #4 "Total Travel Estimate: 3 minutes / 1.03 miles" It'd actually be quicker for me to walk the anthrax over instead of mail it. I guess I'll brt in 10 mins, I want to stop at jack-in-the-box on the way there. + Show Spoiler +No, I'm not actually going over! But o_O small world
that isn't my address. =)
but I live about 5 miles from there
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On January 16 2011 23:36 Dieoxhide wrote:
Should I google, or should I just ask you the year of this poem?
If you choose the second answer, would you then answer my question?
If you chose the second answer then please answer it.
I wrote this in my senior year of high school so ... 8 years ago .... that makes it 2003-2004.
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Cool. It's funny. But yeah... you did indicate that Susan was Jim a bit too early... It's like the protagonist already knew she was a man, which didn't make it as surprising as it could have been.
It touches on the taboo of a (possibly) heterosexual mans desire to sleep with another man... which is kind of interesting: the whole gender bender-thingy, what defines a man, a woman etc... and relates to a discussion of the dionyssian properties of our modern society, I suppose.
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On January 17 2011 01:46 Dieoxhide wrote:
Cool. It's funny. But yeah... you did indicate that Susan was Jim a bit too early... It's like the protagonist already knew she was a man, which didn't make it as surprising as it could have been.
It touches on the taboo of a (possibly) heterosexual mans desire to sleep with another man... which is kind of interesting: the whole gender bender-thingy, what defines a man, a woman etc... and relates to a discussion of the dionyssian properties of our modern society, I suppose.
Yeah, I thought about changing it as I wrote it from memory, but I wrote it to laugh at the character who wrote it. He was just a horny guy who thought he found an easy lay and it didn't work out how he planned. I guess it would be better to change it to surprise the reader, I thought it was more fun with the poor guy admitting his failures of observation and taking it way farther then he should have.
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