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: christian : brown hair : blue eyes : short : lazy : gullible : collector of sea shells : procrastinator : perfectionist : beach bum : eater-of-everything : hopeless romantic : sleeper inerer : diver : musician : optimist : poet : camper :

I am worth $1,815,236 on HumanForSale.com
How much are you worth?

there was a small chicken named Tara,
who was turned into chicken parmigiana,
to the farmers remorse,
she wasnt much of a course,
that silly chicken named Tara.
-NATE

我爱

: the beach : sunshine : pesto : diving : sudoku : sea shells : custard tarts : banana&lime shakes : stars : giraffes : sailing : wollongong : bailey's ice cream : camping : seafood : nice smiles


我恨

: cockroaches : rain : pigeons : littering : eels : burnt toast : cream






愿望

  • get a pet llama
  • dive with seals
  • beat the asians in Mandarin
  • be able to open a bottle with my belly button
  • see a play at the sydney opera house
  • jump into a pool of jelly

  • 朋友

    daniel
    deberino-blah
    dionne
    dot
    ling
    mark
    matt
    mei
    nathan
    nick
    peter
    renee
    son
    susu
    timmins
    yvonne
    yelitte


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    since august 06

    How To Write a Political Poem
    ♥ Friday, March 24, 2006 8:25 AM

    However it begins, it's gotta be loud
    and then it's gotta get a little bit louder.
    Because this is how you write a political poem
    and how you deliver it with power.

    Mix current events with platitudes of empowerment.
    Wrap up in rhyme or rhyme it up in rap until it sounds true.

    Glare until it sinks in.

    Because somewhere in Florida, votes are still being counted.
    I said somewhere in Florida, votes are still being counted!

    See, that's the Hook, and you gotta' have a Hook.
    More than the look, it's the hook that is the most important part.
    The hook has to hit and the hook's gotta fit.
    Hook's gotta hit hard in the heart.

    Because somewhere in Florida, votes are still being counted.

    And Dick Cheney is peeing all over himself in spasmodic delight.
    Make fun of politicians, it's easy, especially with Republicans
    like Rudy Giuliani, Colin Powell, and . . . Al Gore.
    Create fatuous juxtapositions of personalities and political philosophies
    as if communism were the opposite of democracy,
    as if we needed Darth Vader, not Ralph Nader.

    Peep this: When I say "Call,"
    you all say, "Response."

    Call! Response! Call! Response! Call!

    Amazing Grace, how sweet the—

    Stop in the middle of a song that everyone knows and loves.
    This will give your poem a sense of urgency.
    Because there is always a sense of urgency in a political poem.
    There is no time to waste!
    Corruption doesn't have a curfew,
    greed doesn't care what color you are
    and the New York City Police Department
    is filled with people who wear guns on their hips
    and carry metal badges pinned over their hearts.
    Injustice isn't injustice it's just in us as we are just in ice.
    That's the only alienation of this alien nation
    in which you either fight for freedom
    or else you are free and dumb!

    And even as I say this somewhere in Florida, votes are still being counted.

    And it makes me wanna beat box!

    Because I have seen the disintegration of gentrification
    and can speak with great articulation
    about cosmic constellations, and atomic radiation.
    I've seen D. W. Griffith's Birth of a Nation
    but preferred 101 Dalmations.
    Like a cross examination, I will give you the explanation
    of why SlamNation is the ultimate manifestation
    of poetic masturbation and egotistical ejaculation.

    And maybe they are still counting votes somewhere in Florida,
    but by the time you get to the end of the poem it won't matter anymore.

    Because all you have to do is close your eyes,
    lower your voice, and end by saying:

    the same line three times,
    the same line three times,
    the same line three times.


    [Taylor Mali]