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3/31/2007
got to sleep and wake
to trundle back to that job
employment, be damned
posted by Julie @ 10:36 AM   0 comments

3/30/2007
I hate poetry
the contrived emotion
elaborate words
posted by Julie @ 10:41 AM   0 comments

3/29/2007
she laughs and covers
her mouth, exposing her shame
a well trained child
posted by Julie @ 5:08 AM   0 comments

3/28/2007
sushi shaped like cat
reminds me of Sweeney Todd
coming days of shame
posted by Julie @ 5:57 AM   0 comments

3/27/2007
it's all relative
mass, energy, your bad hair cut
it's all the same thing
posted by Julie @ 3:59 AM   0 comments

3/26/2007
gorilla carrot
giant suburban monster
cute as cute can be
posted by Julie @ 4:05 PM   0 comments

3/25/2007
he's all over her
bullies her, wrestles her
she does not fight back
posted by Julie @ 7:34 AM   0 comments

3/24/2007
who here is my friend
butcher, baker, barista
what more can I ask
posted by Julie @ 9:47 PM   0 comments

3/23/2007
wake up too early
groggy stumbling to work
five hours too soon
posted by Julie @ 3:42 AM   0 comments

3/22/2007
i don't know why but
it seems i can't get a job
doing anything
posted by Julie @ 3:46 PM   0 comments

3/21/2007
it curves in itself
the universal circle
a cephalopod
posted by Julie @ 2:30 PM   0 comments

3/20/2007
we're all doing it
hopefully with each other
why not be open
posted by Julie @ 3:59 AM   0 comments

3/19/2007
sunflower starting
still a little bud pushing
yet to grow full size
posted by Julie @ 4:15 AM   0 comments

3/18/2007
fabulous round butt;
injected. Sculpted knee caps,
more boob and less rib.
posted by Julie @ 9:32 AM   0 comments

3/17/2007
boiling just begun
the water is right for tea
delicate jasmine
posted by Julie @ 7:55 AM   0 comments

3/16/2007
he's fascinating
his ego, his arrogance
his gentle nature
posted by Julie @ 3:57 AM   0 comments

3/15/2007
he's waiting for me but
he is impatience and spite
head phones blaring rock
posted by Julie @ 3:55 AM   0 comments

3/14/2007
the first spring blossom
stands tall, bright, solitary
in a field of stumps
posted by Julie @ 4:59 AM   0 comments

3/13/2007
he hates that I clean
he holds his face still, screwed up
as I rub his cheek
posted by Julie @ 4:01 AM   0 comments

3/12/2007
the sound is too moist
you dragging your hands through bog
to play chromatics
posted by Julie @ 3:50 AM   0 comments

3/11/2007
new every day
you have to change and be more
than you were before
posted by Julie @ 8:06 PM   0 comments

3/10/2007
Joan Crawford was gay
you don't believe but it was
never a secret
posted by Julie @ 8:49 AM   0 comments

3/09/2007
it's oh so quiet
as i notice you are gone
safe travels my friend
posted by Julie @ 3:56 PM   0 comments

3/08/2007
the zombie hoard stirs
there are more dead than living
this shall always be
posted by Julie @ 3:49 AM   0 comments

3/07/2007
there's so much you think
you think you'll never forget
but still you forget
posted by Julie @ 4:15 AM   0 comments

3/06/2007
What's the matter
have you got the bok choy blues
millions precede you
posted by Julie @ 3:51 AM   0 comments

3/05/2007
stuffed in a green cup
in a row of home decor
african violet
posted by Julie @ 3:55 AM   0 comments

3/04/2007
his huge nose aloft
roach pinched just so to his lips
a true connoisseur
posted by Julie @ 9:16 AM   1 comments

3/03/2007
brick palace arranged
with a dungeon and gardens
and high arch entry
posted by Julie @ 9:22 AM   0 comments

3/02/2007
my tortilla splits
it seems this taco hates me
I'll show it who's boss
posted by Julie @ 3:55 AM   2 comments

3/01/2007
I give her a ride
but it means I have less time
selfishly given
posted by Julie @ 3:47 AM   0 comments
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