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Backup On AZ101

8/14/2004

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​There is a girl made of stucco and yarn
Building a paper maché cross in the left lane of the AZ 101
She's praying for a heatwave
A cricket virtuoso with kerosene cologne
She's a giraffe with a magnifying glass away from finally fffffffffffftttttttttttt
She wants to be smoke signals you can see from neptune
Then she wants to be put out
Not extinguished/put out, but inconvenienced
She's holding out for a hero with a heart of plexiglas
Thick, durable, easy to see through

Oh Plexiglas Savior
Where were you when the rent check flew out the window
Not bouncing when it crashed to Earth
But creating a crater deep enough to lose her self-worth in?
Where were you when Prozac Prince Charming skipped town like a first period class
Leaving her with nothing but a sock, a chicken bone, and an addiction to milkshakes?
Plexiglas Savior, where are you now during her hours upon hours upon hours of need?

The Plexiglas Savior is jousting with wet socks
He is filling his diaper with raspberry jello and snowmelt
The Plexiglas Savior is touring the country of Imignoringyou
Leaving presents in the freezers of bisexual women

Don't believe me, Stucco Girl?
Open your icebox
Throw out your Chickenshit Pot Pies, your Ben & Jerry's Macaroon and Cheese Ice Cream
There, behind the prosaic package of Sour Grapefruits
Where the ice tray would be if you hadn't sewn it into the cups of your brassiere
Feel that?

It is a peach pit
It is a dog turd
It is a waterlemon
It is a sausage
It is a cliché phallic metaphor for masculinity
It is the long dark teatime of my cock
No---
It is a sausage
Not a kielbasa or a bratwurst
Not one of those Ballpark Franks you smother with ketchup
Not balownee or bologna or Mettwurst
These are bangers
Which are of no consequence to the rest of your life

Oh Stucco Bitch
Don't you see?
The Plexiglas Savior is no more than Johnny Sausageseed
A lone Gunther
A Santa with a sense of irony
And he will only visit you when you're asleep

So sleep Stucco Princess
Somewhere there's a cross with your name on it
A pyre you can call your own
Custom Friends Groups: NOtAZ
Current Mood:  glad that's out of my system
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Sat, Aug. 14th, 2004 02:09 am (local)
asthecrowfliesdamn. hot damn. that's the first thing i read this morning & aready i'm in a good mood. 

the long dark teatime of my cock fucking brilliant.
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Sat, Aug. 14th, 2004 02:19 am (local)
akamuuThanks. I've always thought Douglas Adams and male anatomy went hand in hand, but the Hitchhiker's Guide to My Nose Hair just didn't have the same ring to it.
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