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Posted: February 2nd, 2008, 6:36 pm
by e_dog
i'm having an identity
crisis
just found out i don't exist
except as a figment
of your imagination.
at first
it was an exciting dream
full all sorts of new sensual,
sexual positions.
now
only torture.
Condi,
why does it
have to be like this?
release me from the vice
of your love
of loving you.
Posted: February 2nd, 2008, 7:02 pm
by mnaz
Traveling across the prairie gets monotonous at times.
O yeah? Sex is war, not to mention a cable channel or two. And throw in torture as well. The oceans no longer protect us. Oil's well that ends well (thanks Jimboloco). Ree-lease yerself.
Posted: February 2nd, 2008, 7:06 pm
by e_dog
Once i called a suicide hotline.
The hotline counselor wasn't very sensitive.
she seemed annoyed that i was bothering her
with my personal problems.
But it worked, I'm still here.
i guess
Later, I realized I had misdialed
and reached the customer service number
for the cell phone company.
Posted: February 2nd, 2008, 7:45 pm
by mnaz
But I trust the cell phone company.
I've trusted them all, listened carefully.
Where do I enlist? Gotta go out and fight the enemies of profit.
It seems to be closing in on itself, just the way we like it.
Posted: February 2nd, 2008, 8:05 pm
by e_dog
in the Spirit of that marvelous song of ten years back, What If God Were One of US:
what if osama bin laden
were a drag queen walkin' hollywood boulevard?
Turnin' tricks for kicks n money in disguide
'stead of Packistand?
what if Obama were Osama
with a different letter?
What if Bush and Bandar were buddies?
Oh wait, they is.