2002-04-10 | PRAYING, LIKE A MANTIS

OH...! I remember this one. I was "skipping lines" on this one. I was watching bad tv, and making up sentences based on things people were saying on there. Then I would skip a line. Later on, I added new lines that went with the old ones, but weren't inspired by what was currently on the tube. It was one of my more experimental writing exercises. Hope you don't hate it.

"UNBRIDALED"

where do you wanna go when it's all said and done, man?

the situations improbable, like Demi Moore in a cutting edge band

she walked out like a sleek, shiny angel, paralyzing me

clad in misery, and holding a Dr. Pepper, and a half eaten cotton candy

in a brown dress, and long legs, I smelled the demon clearly

she opened up a fortune cookie I'd had for months, I guess she didn't hear me

he came back, like they thought, but not as they expected

although I liked what I had heard, I couldn't help but feel rejected

everything was perfect, for the moment, I guess...

I felt like Nicholas Cage at the end of his quest

she had been fooled, like everybody else, but no one was closer than her

i thought that I had reached my love, but I could not be reached by her

he looked happy sometimes, but you could smell the dampness, the sadness

moved his head like a frightened ferret, praying like a mantis

his pain was more obvious then the stench of shitty cologne

slyly, he held his pinky to his lip, begging for a toss of the bone

he thanked his peers in a dress he had made himself, why, we do not know

shy and sweet like John Cusack, spirtitual and black like a crow

she had his mornings and his evenings, and his heart, so she thought

his trust penetrated right through her, like a knife through ketchup, and a chainsaw through thru dry rot

his afternoons and his weekends, were sadly, still available

it was a sad, lazy summer, especially for someone supposedly so unattainable

she used props to get her point across, amusing me like Rich Hall

so many shocking episodes, i had a richter scale on call

her impact was felt in a short time, like Taylor Negron in Fast Times

cooling off the warm cafe, dropping caffeine and pills on the dime

I woke up groggy, looking and sounding like Bobcat Goldthwait

we got up in a hurry, although we agreed, we both would wait

in a green suit, looking like godzilla on morphine

the material felt so soothing, but it was also so absorbing

smoke was coming out of my ears, as the crowd fled yelling "FIRE!!"

they thought I wept, and they thought I spat, as I sat there and perspired

I stomped on the city and I blew fire at the mountains all around

I blended in with the statues near the capitols fountains, and luckily I made no audible sounds

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