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Ernie

      Just a small speck he started out, but soon he started to grow and grow until my whole pinky toe was covered with him. He was in my every thought and every step. Ernie was an unstoppable plague who plannned to pain me for the rest of my life unless something was done.
       As I sat at the doctor's office, I thought about how I was going to explain to her the wart that swarmed my toes. It was quite embarrassing taking off my sock and shoe to reveal Ernie. The doctor looked at him in discust. She explained to me that Ernie was a Plantars Wart, that he couldn't be burned away, frozen, or be rid of quickly. "He'll go away in time", she told me. Time was not what I had. I had been long dealing with Ernie daily, for way too long.
      I decided to get a secong opinion about Ernie, I went to a pediotrist (or however you spell foot doctor) and he told me that Ernie could be burned away after all!
     So I went through the painful procedure and got Ernie removed. My foot and toes now look as if nothing was ever wrong with them. After the surgery my foot was bandaged and oozed terribly, I couldn't work for a full week, but it was worth getting the grotesque growth off of my foot forever.

The Snore

You cannot stop
the dreaded snore.
It comes late at night
by the pale moonlight.
I wonder what he's dreaming
or if he will awake screaming.
Oh my that snore,
makes me want to hear more
of that vibrating tube
that desperately needs some saliva lube.
Now I am on the floor
and you're asleep snorin' the snore.

Blurred colors in mud puddles of despair.

Abnormal Addiction
Abrupt Abstanince
Accidental Acid
Adhesive Adult
Advanced Aggervation

Are the Beats gone from your Blood?
Is the air out of your lungs?
Are the lights off?
Has Your music stopped?

Lustral Lyric, my FAVORITE
In the darkness, I can only feel your light.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see your face. When I'm lonely, your voice is in my head.

Illinois

     It was in memory of this dark blueness of the night that made her look at it again as soon as she got to her bedroom. The night air that came into the window in little gusts against her face smelled of lilies and roses. As she knelt down with her arms on the window sill, she watched the fire flies begining in the pool of darkness, shootin glike sparks from the hedges. They made her think that what she suddenly saw was a giganticfirefly that had somehow pitched itself into the skyand was coming down again. The she realized it was not.
      A star - big, bright and yellow, had gotten loose and was falling slowly, leaving a trailk of light behind it. It was so clear, so big, that her whole body waited to hear the hiss as it went by. But it just fell across the backyard and the night did not make the extra sound. The crickets kept chirping, the trees moved, a dog barked, and nothing paid attention to this wonder except herself.
      She remembered what she'd heard about falling stars. It was probably a million miles away. She did not believe it. This was her star, she had found it. She lay a long time without going to sleep. She was tired, tireder than she ever remembered, but who cared, she had found her star.

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