I wrote this poem tonight as an exercise for my English 208 class. We were given the poem in its entirety minus all the nouns and verbs, we had to fill in the blanks. The class seemed impressed with mine, one girl said it was excellent, I must admit I had to hold back a tear as I read it aloud, even if it was just an exercise for some, for me this is my life. If its slightly incoherent, you know why, I had very little creative freedom with the structure, I could only put in the the nouns, and verbs (in one case we were allowed to use an adverb, hence the kill myself gradually line). Ill include parenthesis for the text that is truly mine. And by the way, the cup aint dead until I die, and even than, nothing ever dies, just transforms into something else.
(Death) in (Los Angeles)
(Apathy) (climbing) into you
from (Skid Row), or (Santa Monica),
or (CSUN)
It (appeals) to you, asking
for (money), (alcohol), (beauty),
(double barrel shotgun made of cotton candy)
your (hand), a (whore)
or a (saint), (innocent and devout), (blind and bound)
the (prisoner) you know.
That is, (death) knows you.
It always asks, (are you happy)?
(are you empty)? (are you ready)?
So I (see) through (Hell)
I (kill myself gradually like HIV inside of a fresh host)
(Flies) all around me
I live with (spiders)
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It's not dead! It's resting! Remarkable blog the Norwegian Cup. Beautiful plumage!
Neat exercise. I like it except for the last two lines which seems to take away the creative freedom the rest gives(I'm referring to the exercise lines not the words you put in). You were able to make it yours though which is really cool.
Hope this post means that you're in your house safe and sound!
I already sent you a text stating such! No wonder youve been calling! I thought you knew, I never left, Im doing fine, Im too busy to play WoW though. More on that in another sip.
Your text said you'd call later though and when you didn't I wondered if perhaps the fire was still going. Whatcha busy with?
Very funny to read this and imagine it as an analysis of the blog's relationship to death.
The Cup is so emo...
Great exercise. Thanks for posting!
And I guess since the blog's dead I should forget my hopes and wishes for a cup podcats, I was hoping it would be called the "cupcast" or "weekly spill."
\tear drop
I know it's not really dead, but if it was, would all posts from this point forward be on "borrowed virtual space-time"? By continuing to post are we just re-enacting weekend at Bernnies?
"weekly spill" hehe. actually eww...
Thanks for tuning into the weekly spill, where the cup tenders distrubute their shit auditorily. Be careful not to get any on your pants!
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