Friday, January 26, 2007
Moments
Okay. Before you get all psychotic about the grief poem and whether or not I need to go into intense therapy, consider this. It's a moment that I can recreate and show you what grief looked like at a certain space in time. I knew poetry, in one way or another, was going to be a major pain in the butt. I am definitely not posting the erotic poem here.
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I don't see why you don't want to post the erotic poem. What are you afraid of, hmmmm?
The laughter. It will probably come off like seeing your grandpa in Speedos. I've got to look up the Honeywell Thermostat one, though. Maybe I'll be inspired. The name at least gives you a starting point.
Okay, I have to say nothing wrong with speedos. My dad still wears them. My girlfriends say he is the only man that is allowed to wear them on account of his personality. That being said, post the poem! I'll try to post a photo of him with speedos now.
Well, the Speedos. My family still jokes about the pair of bright yellow Speedos my brother had when he was 16. My eyes are still burning ;-) But I'm waiting for the pic of your dad!
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