By Raia Fink
__________________________________________________________________ I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I NO, REALLY, IT'S A SQUARE. YOU DON'T NEED TO MEASURE. I I I ALREADY DID THAT. REALLY. DON'T DO IT. I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I __________________________________________________________________
Thank you for participating in ORAL SURVEY. Please come again. And don't forget the second free poem. Or maybe you should. Its not one of my proudest moments. oh, and you get two destructive suggestions today, seeing as its x-mas and all. (and you didn't get any last time) #257 "Always have an ulterior motive" #276 "Blame the victim" --Life's Little De-struction Book Poem #2 Petrified Visions Being made of stones We miss the flesh. The mortar scratches. We claw at the wall. Trapped in a reflex, We sail to conquer A bondage so strong We never plan ahead. Speed is a demon. We gaze in his eyes. The brighter light dims. We announce his farewell. Much remains. We'll take one to be prophetic and the rest, 'cause we're pathetic. HAVE GOOD GENERIC HOLIDAY SEASON!! I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY OF YOU ANYTHING YET, BUT I MIGHT. Raia "goin' fishin" Fink