Saturday, January 21, 2006
fuck the poets of the past, my friends.
there are no beautiful suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants
& the end of the gifts.

- (I wish I knew whose name went here)


5 Comments:

Blogger Lindsey Jayne said...

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Blogger Genevieve said...

i wish i knew too, it's really nice. go postsecret! be sure to giv eu an update later about mario, we miss you! come home soon!

and your rollercoaster analogy was very spot on. nice work.

<3 gen

p.s. don't actually go look at my blogger, i tried to mess with it myself, and messed up, so i have to wait for ryan to wake up and fix it.

Blogger Genevieve said...

oh, and p.s., that first one was deleted by me, because i was logged in as you and didn't know it.

Blogger intervescent said...

The author's name is Phil (last name unknown). He was a teacher on Long Island.

Blogger dramaley said...

The poem is "Afterthought" by Phil Asaph.

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