remix 067 ~ i suppose i could

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i suppose i could

i’m annoyed

after tearing my room apart
putting it back together
doing all the laundry
and rearranging the other room
i still can’t find my damn pants

but i find it really annoying
because i had them just the other day
i found the shirt but no pants
i can’t even blame it on anyone stealing them

i’m annoyed

but i’ve decided
i’ll delay my nap
head up to the mall
and get some more

because as we all know
the best way to find something
is to buy a brand new one
but so much for the mall stores
actually being open

i suppose i could wear a skirt

remix 066 ~ graceful agony

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part *1* words by “goldfish_
part *2* words by “xjaymanx

graceful agony


i am miserably lonely.
some people have the ability
to be lonely in a careless,
or maybe even graceful way,
but i rarely manage.

my roads are winding. dark. misleading.
i’ve been waiting for a very long time now,
a very very long time longer than ever,
but every little adding moment
i managed to convince myself
that it was worth it
as there was no other way.


like those

fleeting moments

when the

glittering shards

of a

shattered mirror


towards the

sleeping earth


are the






remix 064 ~ marmalade dream

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marmalade dream

and there! there she was
down abbey’s winding road,
a-hopping and a-skipping,
a-lugging a hard-day’s load

“you’re such a strange girl!”
i chuck-chuckled from my tree,
and hanging upside down,
i joked “help! i need somebody!”

revolving on her toe
like a rolling club-band’s drum,
she waved with bandaged fingers
like a lefty’s guitar strum

“you know what you are?”
she blinked her blackbird eyes,
“you’re a dork and a dweeb,”
and flashed her skirted thighs

“thank you very much,
you freaky pink-lipped reptile,”
and from my rocking perch,
i flung my rainbow smile

in warhol’s fifteen minutes,
she joined my little tree house,
and tickled my lonely heart
like a cat with yesterday’s mouse

“what do you want to be?”
i asked of lucy’s future,
she sighed to the nowhere sky,
“a famous paperback writer!”

as summer’s sunset dove
like an orange submarine
she left me with a kiss goodbye
and a final marmalade dream

remix 063 ~ against the bright blue

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against the bright blue

an awkward sigh
and a stuttered reply
were their final steps
before his kiss goodbye

an empty shudder
and an unspoken sting
were her last remnants
of their hollow fling

his flight took off
as she walked away
past the bustling crowds
into the sunlight of day

a futile breath
with each new stride
not caring for love
she was always denied

but a shadow above
caught her staring eye
a distant sparrow
hovering in the sky

before she knew it
and beheld the view
two dancing sparrows
against the bright blue

surprising herself
she dared to imagine
transporting her soul
beyond the horizon

a renewed wonder
and an inspired gaze
rekindled her hope
in life’s mysterious ways

remix 062 ~ path of seduction

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remixed image & words by “xjaymanx

path of seduction

strained by the stress
and drained by the storm,
i stopped at the pub
and hopped on the stool

a bearded bloke bumped me
without any pardon
and slapped on the smile
of a half-plastered fool

“she purrs like a kitten!”
he boasted to his comrades,
“the shriek of her wheels!
the roar of her engine!”

i heard myself laugh
and sipped from my draft
and slipped into a dream
of speed and abandon

fifty and sixty
and seventy and eighty
kilometers per hour
heartbeats per minute

ninety and one hundred
and one-ten and one-twenty
and one-thirty and one-forty
and one-fifty and faster!

the laughter awoke me
and spun me around,
i searched for my words
and cut through the chatter

“she sounds like a beauty!”
i burst loud and clear,
“what make and model?
a porsche or an audi?”

the bearded bloke chuckled
but offered his answer,
“you misunderstand fella,
why not ask her yourself?”

his girlfriend dazzled
in her half-zipped denim
while her wide eyes flashed
with the wild shade of “go!”

“what make and model?”
she purred like a kitten,
“my make is russian,
and my model is seduction”