Rantings of a freelance writer for tv. Started in a fit of unemployment-induced itchy fingers.
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Aw shit! Now you tell me... I've been loving wholeheartedly with my kidneys and wondering why I was stuck with the feeling I was pissing my life away.
@Anonymous: Ya, crazy the shit you learn everyday. Feeling the love..all the way frum yer kidknees.
Kids knees are usually all scraped raw as often are our hearts as adults. Reminds me of this poem by Robert Frost:A voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too much to pay for birth.
Thanks for the Frost. Am still struggling to understand if you my post irritated you or not. Either way, if it means more poetry for me, I'm glad. :)
I am not irritated in the least, I liked your post. If you like poetry here is some more by Emily Dickinson:I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!They'd banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog!
:) That's very lovely. Thank you.
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Aw shit! Now you tell me... I've been loving wholeheartedly with my kidneys and wondering why I was stuck with the feeling I was pissing my life away.
ReplyDelete@Anonymous: Ya, crazy the shit you learn everyday. Feeling the love..all the way frum yer kidknees.
ReplyDeleteKids knees are usually all scraped raw as often are our hearts as adults. Reminds me of this poem by Robert Frost:
ReplyDeleteA voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
Thanks for the Frost. Am still struggling to understand if you my post irritated you or not. Either way, if it means more poetry for me, I'm glad. :)
ReplyDeleteI am not irritated in the least, I liked your post. If you like poetry here is some more by Emily Dickinson:
ReplyDeleteI'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
:) That's very lovely. Thank you.
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