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Friday, December 10, 2004

   Lethica
Hey waz up Im gonna be at my friend lethicas house for a couple a days so dont pm wait yes!!! PM me a lot thank you!! I will pm all of you now becuz Im really bored!!! So pm me back a lot thank you!!! Her name is Lethica so pm her too a lot thank you.And every one check out a band called Circle Takes the Square. Go to google type in Circle Takes The Square music download and download it then listen! They are awsome! Heres the lyrics for "Crowquill"
CTTS-Crowquil
Nothings so lucid as the promise of dreams but these pills we found just make me sleep.
There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indenceny in print is so blase.
Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs her steel cage stair case spine, angel of disire .
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung, by wrung.
Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole, or is it the way my body barley pricks the sky, the same as a century's worth of virgins blood that's passed through my longing veins scheming to convince my acheing mind that pleausures got nothing on the maricale of need.
Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme when you cant see the ground from that ledge and this perch is so far, far from the nest.
Gravity dosent grant me the priviledge of failure my bough never beaks I dont stumble into anything so I climb and I carve my intals in the bark with that feather that I found but its all so contrived.
My genes didnt bless me with the forsight of a sage but I know how this will end in apologies and ink on the page.
A slowly construced crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you, black waterproof ink scars the board , so hot-pressed, pristine and pure and pure.
A slowly constructed manifestation of to tremble, as blase as a bridge in a song and less like the poem I promised you.
Nothings so lurid as haiku-deta on sidewalks in white outlined chalk. all Ive got is inksmeared lines.
Withour voices in harmony, the offering of a crowquilled trenody
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