[posting an old poem that i wrote 22 august 2005 while third eye blind mourns with wake for young souls]
that my favorite music will not be wrongfully revived
and skeletons will be identified, not by their names,
but by their dead hearts.
that crumbs of bread will satisfy the homeless orphans,
and the jews will not be persecuted, bombed,
or even looked down.
that the eiffel tower will be there forever,
and single attractive ladies will not be such a home wrecker.
that you'll forgive me for being your hurricane
even if it's not true
i have loved you in vain.
or maybe pictures will compensate
for the loss
of a loved one.
and i would learn how not to cry
every waking day
since you've long been
gone.
p.s. today, instead of attempting to find "something long and curly" for our kris kringle, i bought marquis de sade's 120 days of sodom and i am loving every page of it.
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Have you seen the film adaptation of that Marquis de sade novel? It's frightening and ugh. Anyway, did you know that Marquis de sade once went by the nickname Marquis Marq? It's true! I swear! hahaha!
salo? not yet. but as soon as i finished reading the book, which is hopefully before the year ends, im going to watch it. :)
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