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dear Theprosedotcomnicks! it is a weird time to pop your head from under the rock. and whatever you do, it's more than likely a mistake. but you have a choice now, to put to right all those wrongs! Or you could do the rendii. up to you. choose all, some, a few, one, or none of the following topics. the topics are : 1) Joe Pesci learns about Christmas at the Monsanto cloning facility. 2) i really hate when___ 3) the big van Gough conspiracy. 4)when Jaffar was learning to read. 5) zippers that go three ways. 6) the contents of the pockets of Georges-Louis Leclerc (the cont de Buffon) 7)shplotzery in the holidays. 8) understanding Corsica in the age of uncertainty. 9) archipelago mapping for begginers. 10) punchcard machines in the north pole. 11) darkned glass slabs 12) ribbons on men's pants and troubling trends in pitchfork designs. 13) an unitemized list of building materials. 14) packets or packquettes, baggets and bagguettes. 15) the birdfeader soars again 16) one here amongst us doesn't know his 'besides' and 'beside's. 17) the rock-hard certainty of auxiliary media rooms. 18) an abridged history of the Lilliputian nation. 19) you're only as young as your eel. 20) hard truths in the Ponderosa. 21) the gentle, caresses of the scouring pad. 22) Sebastian's favorite sandwich.
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The Journey In Us All
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WhiteWolfe32

scoured

the shower water

is too hot

a burning that is only soothed

by the gentle caresses of the scouring pad

that scrape away

the layers of agony

until i am red and raw.

i trade

one burn for another

a bargain struck with the gods of fire

and while i no longer feel the shower,

i imagine i can feel bone

like i've taken

steel wool

to my skin

and scrubbed myself away

into nothing.

i find the concept

soothing.

the idea that a sponge could

clean me away just as it scrubs

oil from pans.

the scouring pad

is my only love

and its touch is all i need.

until the next shower

when we'll be reunited

under wet streams of fire

and cherry-hued skin

that goes white

with pressure.