Wednesday, January 31, 2007

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Funny how you receive bad news in your stomach. However you may try to ignore it, it's there. Cancerous. Hairy. A nauseating rock, a heave.I fucked up. Big time. Ever wanted to just shrink inside yourself, a grape gone raisin. If I think about leaving I get pangs. Don't want to step out from my mother's soft smell, safety.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

OK, you def have to be put up for some kind of poetry award. I don't know that poetry awards cover blogs, but on the evidence damn they should. Well except it wouldn't be fair because you'd win them all.

Orv

5:22 AM  
Blogger The Very Reverend Ace Clemmons, Jr. said...

Cryptic tui.....

are you bak in canada?

3:21 PM  
Blogger tui said...

-Aw shucks Orv. Your encouragement means a lot. Half the time I don't know if anything I'm writing will even make sense to anyone outside my befuddled brain-
-I leave for Canada in 2.. yes, just 2- sleeps...
t

12:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

GET HELP

4:21 AM  
Anonymous Lox said...

Hey, I'm in Canada...Snowboarding in Whistler. Wanna grab a beer?

12:53 PM  
Blogger flic said...

Are you pregnant?

8:43 AM  

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