Pyrite at the end of the Rainbow
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Tracing rain, come buy a memory.
Fifty cents? No, too much.
Give me an "L." I want one.
I really do.
Wow, isn't that great. No flow,
So slow instead.
Pointless. But Art passes fast. And that is the story of my life.
Because the rope broke and the knife escaped. Ah, well.
Hanged no more.
Free to fall but captive to its course. Well WTF?

Stupid internet lingo. Cannot discuss
in a civil manner.
What is his name, again?
Well, fuck it, because I do not speak it anyway. Speak nothing but the truth:
Therefore, speak nothing.
Be not content, for the glass? 'Tis half-
empty.
Ask any except that which does not exist.

But be merry, because you shall never know.
Ser and estar (The Spanish are smart). Be?
No, 'twould be so concrete.
I mean act.
Do you otherwise?
There is a hole in the book and there is someone embellishing her name. Physically. The human body.
Alex Grey knows. Period. Redundance to my left,
and a few seconds blank to my right. No matter,
it all mocks me.
Anyhoo is such a stupid word. There's never been a better time forced pause
to make your dreams come true.
Except that one time in Cancún.
Who the hell uses silent 'r's,' anyway? It lies on the table.

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Please do not ask me what the hell I was thinking. I have no answer for you. I was incoherent when I wrote half of that. As for the other half, I have no excuse.
-Laura