deleting thoughts
contextual loss
blind spots in my memory
i'm such an american
lunch tray in hand, waiting
to take my pick of feel-good sustainance
but its all blended like pulp
the damn mashed potatoes are mixing with the chocolate cake
and i agitate this mix
and i agitate myself
because i don't want to use these tastebuds any more
there are so many precursors so much context
my mouth is scarred, tastes tainted
the spirit needs nourishment -
must learn to love the pulp
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a plate of mashed potatoes from the salad bar:
after she says, "you'll take what i give you", the american boyfriend says, "i'll take what i can get", then one night after giving her the old in-out in-out, he'll give her the houdini and then repeat, "i'll TAKE what i can get, bitch!"...and then we wonder why american girls are, like, soo fucked up.
Ahh that term. I assume you used this to call, but then again maybe you have no idea what I am referring to.
Lets chat.
ping-pong anyone?
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