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By veldmon (Sun May 14, 2006 at 01:54:34 AM EST) grass, bark, ant, shivers, clouds, rain, puddles, rock, squirrel, fire, callus, stars, God, bees, WD-40 (all tags)
Sometimes I stare at the grass and appreciate the beauty of nature. I like to pull bark off trees and sniff it, occasionally snorting an ant or two. The coolness of the wind gives me the shivers. I dig shallow holes with my bare hands so that "dirty" will mean more than "unclean" to my soul.

The clouds provide the rain that I drink. I admire the puddles that I helped to create. The rock misses the squirrel by a few inches. If I was that bird, I'd attempt to peck the squirrel's eyeballs. How long before it's dry again. A fire must burn. The flames flicker beneath my hand. The callus will melt away.

The stars move only when I do. God is communicating with me. Daylight arrives too soon. The buzzing of the bees concerns me. WD-40 weighs heavily on them. I stomp to end the suffering.

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Nice by Pasofol (4.00 / 1) #1 Sun May 14, 2006 at 03:47:09 AM EST
poem, I think.  It's abit disturbing at times but whatever makes you happy I guess.

The snorting of ants tantalised my imagination.

So, Tell Me by Improbus (4.00 / 1) #2 Sun May 14, 2006 at 06:46:52 AM EST
What have YOU been smoking?

If you immediately know the candlelight is fire, the meal was cooked a long time ago. --- Oma Desala
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