tales_from_the_duck_side: August 2005

Long narrow pathways cover this
Peaceful yet dark place,
Also candles and flowers tied in
Ribbons of lace.
The path ways lead to tell many tales of
Life,
The stones show their pain and their
Strife.
A brief memory is written for all to see,
A brief memory of you and someday me.
Daylight brings their family’s who come to
Moan,
Memories fill their mother’s heads,
Memories that lead back to when their dead child was
First born.
This place is where your body is laid to
Rest,
Dressed in your best dress or vest.
Darkness however tell different
Tales,
Unanswered questions of digged up graves
And awful smells.
Sightings of the walking dead and
Ghostly beings you’d only dread.
Rows upon rows of head stones
Fill this place,
Some dating back to the beginning of
Our human race.
Six feet under the earth your soulless body
Will stay till the fire from the depths of hell burn our world away.
Six feet under the thunder from
The skies,
Six feet under the tear drops we
Cry.
So where’s this Deaths Bedroom I speak of?
The locations may very.
What’s this Death’s Bedroom I speak of?
It’s called a Cemetery Long narrow pathways cover this
Peaceful yet dark place,
Also candles and flowers tied in
Ribbons of lace.
The path ways lead to tell many tales of
Life,
The stones show their pain and their
Strife.
A brief memory is written for all to see,
A brief memory of you and someday me.
Daylight brings their family’s who come to
Moan,
Memories fill their mother’s heads,
Memories that lead back to when their dead child was
First born.
This place is where your body is laid to
Rest,
Dressed in your best dress or vest.
Darkness however tell different
Tales,
Unanswered questions of digged up graves
And awful smells.
Sightings of the walking dead and
Ghostly beings you’d only dread.
Rows upon rows of head stones
Fill this place,
Some dating back to the beginning of
Our human race.
Six feet under the earth your soulless body
Will stay till the fire from the depths of hell burn our world away.
Six feet under the thunder from
The skies,
Six feet under the tear drops we
Cry.
So where’s this Deaths Bedroom I speak of?
The locations may very.
What’s this Death’s Bedroom I speak of?
It’s called a Cemetery

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Glass after glass,
bled beautifully empty.
Wismical clear shaded vodka,
tasting so very lovely.

Lost in delusions,
mocking visions that cry.
Downing the shots,
kills the thoughts I hide.

Cigarettes burnt quickly,
pack left dead hollow.
Theories in contemplation,
dreams seeming so shallow.

Skinny Dipping 4a.m.
inches of water crept.
Three feet short,
leaving bodies standing unwet.

Long walks dragging,
television still barely calling.
Headache yet rising,
drunken antics start falling.

Early morning sun,
bottles contents slowy emptied.
She's laying down,
two's sexuality becoming remedied.

And I'm here,
struggling to type keys.
The lovely drunkeness,
angelical feeling to please.

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The rain falls all around
Hear it!
While lying in bed

I see through these
Insomniac eyes, drained of all hope and emotion
All sanity and care

Play these cold and dramatic thoughts out like a black and white film in my mind
No sound...
Just subtitles flashing before the screen of my mind
Let the rain fall, pounding outside my window
Let it drown out life...

I see the shadows on the wall cast over by the street lamps outside my window

Rolling to one side hoping to catch my way into a dream
If I wasnt so tired I know id scream out what I see through these insomniac eyes, with their empty and raw tears

I turn on the television to see another story in the news
Some murder or rape, some....atrocity of war...
Im not sure....
I dont know...
OH these insomniac eyes now desensitized
A blind eye now turned to the world
Its a shameful thing.......
But...
Then again Im too tired to give a damn...

These psychotic thoughts that come with this pain....
This...
This...sickness inside
No longer trying to hide these bloody raw insomniac eyes

This now half empty bottle of pills has done nothing for me
Toss and turn
Yearn and burn inside
While trying to forget in my mind
That a week without sleep has made me insane
Feeling that
Numbing pain

Oh these insomniac eyes now changed in this storm of darkness and pain, the acidic rain of promises that you won’t do it again

The pain now gone, lost in the rush of air
As I now lay my head to rest on the cold pavement below
These insomniac eyes have now shut

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In this life,
There is a reverence,
That is this,
So called existence,
What mere men,
No more than an image,
Drastic measures,
For this damage,
To what were where,
And who we are,
This plasticity,
Is our greatest scar?
Names and labels,
Life styles and reputations,
Falls forever in this age,
Passing on to this generation,
Who is plastic?
Who is real?
Who has no heart?
Who can feel?

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Anyway, I'm saying
Boredom will be the death of me
Cruising alone, half awake
Daytime never seemed so long
Every second seems like five
Forgetting to do everything important
Giving nothing in return
Having a useless life
I don't know what else to do
Just keepin' to myself
Kangaroos can pass me by
Llamas can't, though
My, my
Nobody knows what to do
Oh, wow
Parental fugues are near
Queer, this is
Rich chocolate will calm
Sandwiches have sand
Toenails don't grow
Uranus is closer than our moon
Venus is our sun
Why is this happening?
Xylophones are out of tune
Yeti have been found
Zoo-- This is where I am

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Screaming as I try to run away
From the seductive claws of emptiness
Wanting so badly to numb the pain
While knowing in the back of my mind
It will only return ten-fold.
Writhing in my bed
A tangle of sheets, my eyes strained and red
Cold sweat drips down my back
As I will myself not to give in
But I do.
Scarlet tears stream down my face
As the cold rush of my defeat
Swims down my throat.
I choke on my sobs because I know
That I have just wasted a year of my life
and drowned what innocence was left of my soul.

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Choker, the miniature dragon was very angry
he wanted raw flesh and bone because he was hungry

He chirped lightly as he followed the screaming man
screaming and begging for help as he ran

Choker was rapidly bounding across the floor close behind him
growling loudly as he landed on him, taking him down

His tail wrapped around the mans neck
literally popping it off like it was a mere speck

He began clawing at the lifeless body, consuming it rapidly
gulping down the meat in large chunks, happily

Choker chirped as he ripped off an arm
snapping bones as he gnawed on the limb

Choker finally abandoned the half-eaten body
and moved over to the decapitated head

Somehow, the head appeared to be still alive
the eyes were blinking and the mouth attempting to speak

He sat down with the skull between his legs
and he began to gnaw on it, ignoring the mouth trying to beg

Suddenly he stopped and purred affectionately at the head
he readjusted himself showing his large phallic dragon schlong
and began to thrust into the eyesocket of the decapitated skull.

Choker rumbled loudly in pure happiness
as blood spurted along his huge schlong
he thrusted into it over and over

The optic nerve causing the face to cinch up, making it harder and more tight for him...
The brains massaging him and the blood acting like a warm lubricant...
Mmmm....It felt so good

Choker began thrusting at a more rapid pace
his schlong was literally mushing the brains inside the skull

His legs holding him up as he thrusted harder into the head.
groaning and rumbling loudly with pleasure, showing no dread
The miniature dragon was havin' some fun!

Choker thrusted so hard that he broke the soft groove of bone
as his schlong went through the skull

But that didn't stop him, he didn't slow down
he just continued thrusting harder and faster, going to town

Finally, he groaned loudly his body began to shudder
roaring out loud as a massive amount of cum
shot from the end of his schlong with so much force
it caused the top half of the skull to explode
splattering everywhere along with his cum

The dragon collapsed next to it, groaning
his flagstaff still standing tall but slowly receding back into its sheath
He just laid there, panting, purring and moaning

Choker purred softly, being tired and dozing
he was no longer hungry or horny..
Yes, he was a very happy little dragon now

He had in an odd sense, just masturbated with a human living skull
and he had loved how good it felt

The man's enchanted skull began reforming back now
It'd be a curse, because Choker would be keeping this little head

Choker, the miniature dragon
Gives new meaning to getting head?

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Black Dance
Last chance
the devils song
playing on the radio
boom box
shock rocks
Somebody wants a hero.
A hero
A hero
saves the world
the villain
makes the change
big black boots
small brown coots
like a hill billy
crack box
government
whack cops
make the news
sing the blues
but don't forget
to regret
the day you were born
go to the end of this universe
toot your own horn
at Satan's last hour
in a metiore shower
to find that the place where you belong
was never there in the first place.
The human race
is damn to hell
I an guess
that I might just as well
die in the streets
to make George Bush Happy
like the Disney movies
short sweet and sappy
where the princess goes
and gets saved by the prince
but the only who is wise
is the one that they kill
cause they don't want none of us ever not thinking
with the double
triple negative
in my voice can you under stand what I'm saying
of course not.

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Wind passes through clouds abruptly starlit magnificent
With amazing grace hallelujah amen
I pause for a second
one two three
And walk down the bastard streets craving a new trump card
And well, it feels like slowing down winding through empty roads
of ice and concrete
Relations don't cover the uncanny connections
we all don't like to see
And it seems that alone is the only way to be original
but we've all been alone before
There's been a million hosannas and holy holy rama rama in this house, dearie
where have all the good times gone?
Passed down from bottle to bottle, sucked from a can last night in a drunken haze of haunted homeliness
I forgive and forgive and forgive you
Please please please don't make me try any harder to teach you to show you to help you understand these crazy ways of ours
I can understand your hurt and your pain, but it's not for long, I promise you I promise you
Life has no meaning except that it ends, dearie, it ends and has ended and will end again so this madness this pain, it is just a game
It ends. And ends. And ends.

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Oh, sweet glistening drops
Of amber on my tongue.
Your ice cold tangy taste
Dances upon my palate and
Tantilizes my taste buds.

Come to me, my intoxicating nectar.
Numb the pain in my heart and
Drive away all melancholy thoughts.
Saturate my brain cells
Until all logic and reason are felled.

I am but a fickle whore to you,
For it matters not what brand
Nor does it make a difference
If you offer yourself to me
In bottle, can or glass.

All that is of consequence
My fine brewed ale of choice
With your delectible hops and barley
And that mountain fresh water
Is that I am not hung over come 'morn

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Yes, it's so true.
I dont know what you do
about celebrities or world news
I'm not stupid I just choose
To be blissfully unaware
cause frankly I dont care...
I love my social toilet and my naivete
And all the stupid things I'm bound to say
I love being politically incorrect
I let my ignorance go unchecked
and I am loving every minute of it, too!
I live in a social toilet, how bout you?

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The journey of a star starts on far
Into the black pages of a Universal Book,
It’s bindings holding back unwritten knowledge
From prying eyes seeking to steal its secrets.

Catalogued inside it upon the first blank page:
Genesis, the beginning of all things.
Created from the idea of man to feel significant,
Spawned for some vast purpose that they themselves
Cannot justify…
And instead lie about.

Upon the second blank page, wet ink is placed:
Birth, the beginning of a creature’s life.
Created from two beings, one of man and women,
Spawned from two vast purposes that itself
Cannot justify…
And instead lives the lie.

Cryptically written upon the third blank page:
Life, the time of a creature’s purpose.
Created for the spouse of the next step, Death,
Spawned and castled from the purposes of others;
This step unlike the two previous is pointless…
Can I not justify the lie to create a point in my life?

Painted in blood upon the last page:
Death, the time of a creature’s end.
Created for the purpose of slaughtering creation,
Spawned from a purpose unknown,
Can I not justify death to create a purpose in my life?
And instead die happy?

I am a Poet, therefore I am an advocate to the God of Illusions
Into tricking you that what I say is true,
And with close patronage with Romantic ideas
I unconditionally cause such a fragile thing as thought
Against your will, and rape your common sense of Reality.

So, Jesus must be a Poet too…

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You think you have it all,
You look in the mirror,
And to you,
The reflection is perfect.
You act like you think somethings wrong,
But deep down,
you love yourself,
Your put others down,
Because your so high up,
Make them feel small,
Although for you.. Its not too hard.
I hope it makes you happy,
Wasting your days away,
Staring endlessly into your reflection..
Why havent you realised yet..?
Realised, it is dead.

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White lilys erode in silence
Breaking the strain of the past
Old gushing wounds open again
Another day just like the last

Hope is swallowed by the valley
Free falling into Hells lair
I cant recall ever feeling like this
you made me choke on my despair

Valium cant even save this mind
Deliver a sermon in my honour
I see you walk in his shadow
undefined and full of wonder

Kiss these lips tonight
gaze this face with your eyes
hold my soul in your hands
in these dreams i will die with you to

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It is a demonic picture of myself as I dream,
With sweet blood catching upon my eyelashes,
Pale lips parted in a dry empty scream of agony,
Innocence is seeping from me with a vengeance.

Im dead to the world now, laughing it off as though
It never held me, as though it never quite happened,
As though I am pure with no blemish in my soul,
Ill carry on laughing, as though it never touched me.

Sweet blood in droplets on my eyelashes like frost,
Sweet innocence is melting like frosty snow over fire,
I am the darkness, so dirty and unclean, tainted grey,
No longer white only grey, smoky, deadly, suffocating.

Ill be forever washing my skin to rid me of these stains,
Washing, washing, rinsing, rinsing, myself in blood,
I am a piece of dirt so trample me once more,
I give in,

I dont want to play this game any more.

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Looming mourner
Creature from the depths
Gliding softly on the air
Claws and talons weaved with fates’ cut hair
Is this your omen?
Dark mystery of the past…
Is this the last night…the hour’s nearly past…
Withdrawn to twilight
I scarcely stop to think
That this ledge failing
May crack and fall to brink…
Old Saxon castle
Riddled with such death
Entombed canopy
No time to catch one’s breath
Dark feathers
Littered on the ground
‘Mid howling twilight
Turn back don’t make a sound
You see its shadow
Amid the sun’s lone ray
The crow is coming
He’s come for you today….

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night shift
has its moments
when the idiots
all go home
and call it a day

when the coyotes come out
soul searchers
that blend in
like oil stained
asphalt

things are different
on nights
and governed by
some strange
nocturnal metaphor

like the groundhog
who was big as a cat
and stood in front of that
flat car full of wood
whose buzz saw wheels
screamed like boiling devils
as it turned around the bend

me watching
in morbid curiosity
as he got it

cleaved in two
and sealed up tighter
than a bull frog's ass
the head end
still trying to run

and i felt very much
like god
was letting me in on something

you don't see this shit
on days
i thought
as old testament stories
of buggery and murder
entertained me for a moment

and i thought
this fucker got off easy

like me
like him

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The man attempts to create perfection with his unperfected fingers
His mind jumping with anticipation
Upon viewing his faultless design
His lofty head whispering approval to himself
He finds pleasure in creating
That which he is not intended to forge
He is proud.
He is the man who lies awake at night
With arrogant thoughts filling his mind
When he peers at his creation;
His attempt at perfection
His eyes only see a monster
A revolting creature
No one can look upon
This, the result of a prideful man
Consequences of misused power
One alone can create the perfect
The one who sprinkled the heavens with fire
The one who makes water ripple
His perfect hand alone can form the perfect

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He sits alone on a cold piece of concrete,
The coldness of it reminds him of his life,
Of the sharp pains it brings to him each time he screws up,
Each time he can't deal with it all.
He remembers the relief of stress leaving him as he pressed the freezing cold blade into his skin earlier that morning,
And the concrete underneath him reminds him of it even more.
It's unbearable.
He only wants to break the concrete now,
As well as the concrete in his own life,
At least it seems that way.
He doesn't even want to look at the marks on his wrist because it will only cause more pain,
But he looks anyways,
Not to feel the pain,
But to remember his accomplishment,
And thinks to himself that he's happy he can achieve something.

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Spinning in an eternally twisted hallucination,
Endless mental masturbation,
One man's imagination-
-truly feels destruction.

The melody....
of ecstasy....

Free thinking, club drinking,
drugs and cheap thrills,

scares and trips,
and little bits,
of happiness.... mixed with
dead cells,
and lifeless swaying corpses.

And it all goes wrong.

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I am the man from the picture
in the newspaper that you hold
which bears news of heartbreak and inexperience,
so comparable to your own life.
The births and obituaries on the same page,
which when turned could hold that secret tip
to the stock which will make you a millionare
You’re reading me, yet I can read you too,
I watch you silently
you read first through the comics,
then onto the news of wars
waged a thousand miles away,
your sigh echoes in my ears
as you rustle the pages back into their tidy pile,
wishing that the world could be straightened out
just as easily as the daily paper.
I stare at you, with eyes cold and black,
challenging you, just to keep reading,
keep looking for that article not about
death, disease, opposition or blatent lies,
just keep looking for that section of paper
that makes it all okay, and when you do,
I’ll be waiting right here,
until you can free me from my ink-prison

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I stand alone with anguish and hatred.
My soul alone no one has loved me for the pain
I have caused them.
As I sit in the darkness of my room the screams of my past
tear my soul to pieces.As I cry my self to sleep I only wish
to have that one person next to me to hold me to love me.
As i watch my life fall be for me I try to hold on to the light,
but my soul is consumed by the dark.Going into my hate and pain I again
take the life of another and let my mind free my hate.
For as I go back to that room my prison I have built for my pain
I finish my minds screaming torment and close the door and fade to nothing again.
..............................This is dedicated to Metallica...4 ever

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The patterns that walk on stilts
in the trailing tick of
clocks malfunctioning in rational
space; that which are would not be
hours from now, existent or the same
tomorrow night
but as for now, and now being instantaneous
or like a sign we see at 70 mph
here, gone before it was here, or it is here gone
we like to rest in
arms, round and bowled, cupping
porcelain, almost-you know, those big
sloppy bowls, misshapen to a degree
with Indian pictures of mothers
and quilts and wild mountains and
rock: sitting in front of blue smoke
fading, an art fading art, because
paint fades away
and porcelain shatters
and earth crumbles
and magma subsides
and skies rotate
and horizons dissipate
and pecans decompose under the heavy
fall of winter

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The soup! The soup! The soup was cold!
How could such chilly-soup be sold?
I beckoned the waitress to my side.
"This soup is frigid-ice," I cried.
"I get right on that sir," she said,
But ice-skated on my soup, instead!
"It's frozen solid," she declared,
"I'll have another soup prepared."
However, I would have no such thing
As replacement soup or courtesy wings.
I put on my mittens, threw coins on the table,
And took my soup home where I would be able
To heat the soup up in the way that I choose,
"I'll have you yet, Soup!" I insanely enthused.
Strap it down to the ground, atom-bombing it thrice,
Now loaded with isotopes and glowing green rice.
The soup was still cold, but I had no delusion,
My dear soup and I just discovered cold fusion.
The money I made was enough I could buy
Enough soup to eat soup 'til the day I would die,
But I wanted the soup I bought long ago.
I burned and I pined, but how-so apropos,
When the soup finally melted, my cravings were fickle.
And I suddenly wanted a tasty, frozen Popsicle.

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The smell of cheese when I open the door.
Makes me feel like I'm in my place.
Through the menu I tour,
looking for the one to put the smile on my face.
So many choices,
cheese, pepperoni, sausage, and more.
The drowned out noise of peoples voices,
as I look for my hunger cure.
I finally choose the yummy-est one,
shrimp,clam,oyster and crab.
Before I knew it I was done,
and then I had to pay the tab.

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I dream in almost perfect aubergine with specks of flesh
Though I am sleeping I hear your entering breath
In this minimalistic room
My purple dies to passion red

I speak in japanese in this palace of precision
Shaking every hand of all those in this division
But my other hand rests
On top of your damp head

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You've injected something poisonous
Underneath my skin
Now the threads that hold me close
Fray and unravel
Too much air
In the system

Feel silken strands of gold on your face
As you stand behind
You've wasted so much time on me
I will bend
Farther back
If you’ll rest

Now you really push my buttons hard
Fingernails scraping
The tenderness of pride and smiles
It's too open now
Too much air
Around my neck

Flow through the squeals of my brakes
And wait at the back
You've wasted so much time on me
I promise nothing
I just owe you
One last kiss

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People these days always changing themselves Trying to fit in with the crowd Steriotyped by the way they act Screaming their issues out loud But we've been there and done that And screwed ourselves up Hopeing that someone would care By killing ourselves just a little bit more Seeing how much people can bare Your false idols can't help you now Because you're in way to deep Killing yourself from the inside out Believing your life isn't meant to keep What's left now? So let them cut their souls away And bleed a freakin river I hate the way they scream and complain A knife in their hands, they quiver They show it off to all their friends Like some sort of prize Theres a chance they'll go too deep Before the time they realize Your false idols can't help you now Because you're in way to deep Killing yourself from the inside out Believing your life isn't meant to keep What's left now?

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Make my day, Please rain on my parade. As the children laugh and play, Wash all my tears away.

We can lead the band astray,
We'll lead them all into the bay.

Wash the soil from they clay,
We'll make the party oh so risque.

Poor down blue from skies of grey,
But make this rain far from clique.

All the memories you was away,
Downpour faster as they fade.

For a downpour of your love I pray,
So please rain on my parade.

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Suicidal, not showing symptoms, A perpetual disease, It’s persistant. I’m delusional, delirious. The scars all heal and the pain is hidden. Driving like a f_uckin train, full force at my skull. So many tried, even more failed, Left the feeling just of numb. So many times you cut me deep, But it hasn’t stopped me. Haven’t stopped for a moment to think, Or let my wounds start bleeding. On the brink of destruction, So far away from the edge of all reason. The thoughts that im thinking, The feelings I’m feeling. Have me free falling flat on my face.
......................................dedicated to Cobain(R.I.P)

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The journey of a thousand miles begins with a squeaking fan belt and a leaky tire. I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows. And a foundation leaks and a ball game gets rained out and a car rusts and... Follow your dream. Unless it's the one where you're at work in your underwear during a fire drill. Always take time to stop and smell the roses... and sooner or later you'll inhale a bee. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either, just leave me alone. If you don't like my driving, don't call anyone. Just take another road. That's why the highway department made so many of them. If a motorists cuts you off, just turn the other cheek. Nothings gets the message across like a good mooning. When I'm feeling down, I like to whistle. It makes the neighbor's dog run to the end of his chain and gag himself. It's always darkest before the dawn. So if you're going to steal the neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. Each day I try to enjoy something from each of the four food groups: the bon bon group, the salty-snack group, the caffeine group, and the 'thing-in-the-tinfoil-in-the-back-of-the-fridge' group. Just remember... You gotta break some eggs to make a real mess on the neighbor's car. When you find yourself getting irritated with someone, try to remember that all men are brothers... and just give them a noogie or an Indian burn. This morning I woke up to the unmistakable scent of pigs in a blanket. That's the price you pay for letting the relatives stay over. Love is like a roller coaster. If you like it, you don't want to get off, and when you don't... you can't wait to throw up. I may not be an everlasting fountain of knowledge, but I am definitely an unstoppable leak.

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