You're on your knees
doing all your work
on the floor.
I'm left on the bed with my thoughts
and I'm not much help
and the conversation is dying as you focus.
It's been two hours since your last break
and all I can think about is having chickens.
"Let's get some chickens,"
I interrupt your work with
the most obscure line I could think of
that would make you want to know more about
what's in my head.
I watch you stop moving and sit up
from your books and papers
and I know that I'll be
getting your attention for a while.
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and all I can think about is having chickens.
"Let's get some chickens,"
having chickens sounds like a pregnancy ... of chickens. but it works so well here, especially with the next line. this might be one of my favorites that you've written.
and the author's comment thing is perfect too. :]
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+ proper fucked since 1985 +
I'm surprised nothing angsty has come out of me yet and that this was a result of me coping with myself for the past few days.
Reading this made my morning, Kel, I'm serious. I'm getting ready to go for an observation day at a potential work place, it's going to be like an eight-hour or so thing, and I'm nervous as hell.
:] but now I'm thinking chickens and you.
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talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
anyway. i don't know, i just really loved this poem. it is broken up right, it flows right, it reads right.
it's surrealistic enough to leave you wondering, but common enough to identify with. (i mean, who doesn't think of random things every now and then?)
it is just full of win. like you.
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+ proper fucked since 1985 +
what the fuck?
the only accomplishment i made was write out some of partII of chickens.
i was told i'd be called again to come in for another fucking observational day because today was so slow and they'd want me on a busier day.
i spent seven fucking hours doing work for free and they want me to do it again.
fuck them.
fuck.
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talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
my roomate wasn't so attuned to that idea...
but, like, he moved out, so... I'm not even going to ask my new roomaet!
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and I always have a buried fear of pigs in a group because of in The Wizard of Oz and Dorothy thought they were going to eat her.
If I even remember that scene correctly.
I probably don't.
I should watch it again.
Ask your new roommate for a rat! I hear they're super affectionate and smart.
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talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
at least, I always heard that... but then I did some research... now I think they are supposed to make really good outdoor pets...
I have rats actually! ha
but we have cats a dog too
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oh!
well okay then!
I wish I had a dog but
I feel like something might happen
with a new dog and the eight cats
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talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
of course, i have had my fair share of experience with dogs not getting along with cats...
then again. 8 cats could take a dog... so you should be afraid for teh dog if anything... maybe you are.. ha, i dunno
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