Quoth the raven "Fuck you sir"
July 02, 2002 @ 4:13 p.m.
I'm doing something with these lines, but I don't know what yet. I feel like updating but have nothing to say. Ramblage must commence.
The heat constricts my lungs-----
Because it won't hurt
I've been told it won't hurt
but it hurts-----
It is all right if they do not scream
If they scream, it is not all right-----
They've told me I'm wrong for so long
I'm beginning to think they're right-----
Sprinkle us with tearstains
We know how to cry now-----
Do you remember how they shrieked? I cannot erase from my memory how they shrieked: no shrieks of spoiledness, nor vanity, no. The Holocaust in them shrieked. It is this shriek of the dead that haunts me now.-----
"I see it in your lovesick eyes" -- that line from one of my poems keeps ringing through my head. Kyle, who I haven't thought of for nearly three days now....thinking of you again.
Quoth the raven..."Fuck you sir."
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