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Read this if you're new (or bored...).
2004-02-08 - 7:51 p.m.
Various
Oh, wow. So it turns out my kid brother, the uber-individualistic, never-gonna-sell-out-and-conform guy, has a weblog. How very trendy ;) And I gotta say, some of the stuff he's posted makes me feel, sadisitc as it may sound, relieved. If you know me, you have my SN, so IM me if you want to know why I'm relieved or if you want a link to his. But anyway, one thing I noticed is that so many people add comments to his 'blog (this is a hint, people!). But the downside of that is, a lot of people get angry or hurt because of what other people write. There's fueds of all kinds going on. And it just reminds me, it's a risky thing, posting your 'blog's address in your profile. You don't know who's reading or what they think of you (especially I don't... Comment, people!). I mean, people I haven't talked to in years could be reading this. And if you are, IM me already. Catching up might be cool. But now, because of that, I'm a little leery of what to say. My parents could be reading this (God knows I bitch about them enough, it would be my luck). Paranoia is not nearly as cool as it sounds. But you know what is? Poetry. I haven't posted much here lately -- partly because I'm concerned about copyright infringement. Seriously, d-landers. You don't know who's reading this. But hey, one of my brother's friends comes from a family of lawyers, and his mom likes me. So don't let me catch you. Poetry is good, because if you know, you can appreciate the context, and if you don't, you can appreciate the art (for whatever art is there). Or you can IM me and ask. If you haven't noticed, I'm always willing to explain and/or rant. So, without further ado...
Crash I've come to expect collisions Irony and coincidence follow me Like a bad high school nickname I just can't shake. So the little daily accidents The overflowing toilet when I'm late for work The broken printer when the paper's due Even that played-out Alanis Morrisette song Remind me to expect the worst So when the bus turns too close to the curb I wait for it to jump, swing, flip, and pin my chest Like a five-ton puppy that's glad I'm home And when I stare at the railroad tracks -- One train leaves Boston at 10 AM going 60 mph Another leaves DC at 11 going 75 What time will they meet? And I expect now Head-on, with explosions Like two lovers who've been parted too long But the bus turns smoothly The trains make a clean pass And I fall on the ice Land, hard, flat on my back And for a split second I wonder if that's where I'd be if you were here But you're gone And missing you is just Another Everyday Five-car pileup.
So... Comment already! :)
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