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hey hey you you.
i know.
this blog is as alive as the chair you're sitting on.
sigh. what to do. honestly, the buzz has died.

anyway maybe i'll end up finding a use for this, some other time.
like to practise my typing speed and maybe something more useful,
like typing stuff here that i don't want anyone to read.
cause after all, i doubt any-frickin-body reads this.

anyway a boy can always dream.
plus the awesomely great imagination helps.

Dear stunningly-beautiful-girl-out-there,
i know you're reading this, because i'm psychic with people i find
so darn attractive. honestly, if you ask me it's useful,
but it sorta burns out when i have no idea whose mind i'm
hearing. well bet you heard that before. hahahaha. bad joke.
anyway on to greater things,
like you for example, i could go on raving about how
smoking you look in that top and tiny shorts and maybe
i'll even write another blind-sighted poem, like i always end up doing.
but no, why don't you just tell me the hell who you are,
and then we'll meet in heaven.

ah the corny diction. well i'm kinda good, don't you admit?

lots of silenced lust and love, of course,
the-anonymous-blogger-whom-you're-so-attracted-to.

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you are patient,
you are kind,
you'll never leave our minds,
you can hurt in the behind.

you are tender,
you are strong,
you would make a good steak,
and could last forever.

you are pleasure,
you are pain,
you're about giving,
and not what we stand to gain.

you are honest,
you are trust,
truth here is a must,
stop thinking about all that lust.

you are beautiful,
you are sexy,
sometimes you're so petty,
nothing but messy.

you are nowhere,
you are everywhere,
people are always looking for you,
surprise them, that's what you always do.

you are everything,
you are nothing,
no one could ever find the right words for you;
i know it's not nice,
but your name will have to suffice,
so... what are you?