3/29/14

Getting Poetic


Maybe the yawn induced lack of resent has its reasons. Maybe, like, if the word like, like, weren't so like, like, liking likes would be easier. Maybe if words met at some point, the lonely speaker would incite a reason. But it doesn't, it rarely did. Maybe if early truths had been acknowledged this sick shit wouldn't drag. Maybe if I could say shit without feeling bad. Maybe if lacrimation weren't so obnoxiously poetic, so dauntingly over done over details that were supposedly upsetting. Maybe if Kanye had talent to display, or if he felt human in any single fucking way. Maybe if nice were just nice and not weak. Maybe if talents weren't overshadowed. Maybe if passion were stronger than cheap realizations, or if getting poetic didn't feel like building entire civilizations. Maybe the mistakes were fate.

Maybe I made a mistake.

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    1. Remember Mel, I like you.

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  2. I like, really like, like the writing in this, like story. man.

    Usually I say this and don't mean it, but today I do. I really do.

    Cool story bro.

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    1. I think I appreciate that, bro.

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  3. My son's girlfriend is trying to stop using the word "like" every three seconds. It hasn't been an easy road for her. Fun tid bit: the word weak in my neck of the woods means, "laughed so hard it made my knees weak" - teens these days, huh?

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    1. I don't see why it's so difficult. Instead of saying like without necessity, leave the space blank. Don't say anything at all. It sounds better, it's doable.

      One word meaning an entire phrase is pretty impressive. Like YOLO.

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