(the 1 & only) Joseph

When it's time to shoot skeet I'll be too tired to pull

Or, literally, I want to grow old

Older than Brigadier General John E. Wool

You'll see through my skin to my skull

With eyes like the horns of a bull

With something of the context of conquistadors

In a time of war...

Soliloquize. Tears poured.

It should, time to time.

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Since I hate wasting space... Also:

Why don't people like me?

Why aren't cigarettes considered natural causes?

How insane is the man with the stupid question?

"There's no such thing as a stupid question" ... Comment?

Could you offer me a title for this?

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The clouds of winter are shaken loose,

Landing in snow-globes over my nose.

It's just a little wishful lie, though.

For, beneath, The Sun boils even the wettest toes

Now though, the deities of Summer are set opposed.

Goddess April, Goddess June, and God July...

No matter; the doors of their oppression must be closed,

If those three birds are to have freedom to fly.

So to Venus, Juno, and Caesar,

I repeat the same hasty "Good-bye."

I randomly picked up a CD of theirs from a library because I like ice. I really like the sound!

Are living organisms those that don't make a fool of you? Do you wish you were dead? Why do plants grow?

... just answer any sort of relevant question, if you'd like; I'd appreciate it if you specify what you're answering somehow.... not sure how much I really care though, if it matters to you.

Many philosophers have made memorable points about ego & self-awareness.

What's your take on the etiquette of being egotistical?

To paraphrase

Do people like you until they find out about aspects of your past that aren't their cup of tea?

My ancient ancestors were raped, when they were slaves to Greeks.

The birds of Darwin, at the same time, just the worms in the beaks.

Romeo & Juliet, Pyramus & Thisbe... Spartans and the Boeotian League.

Eons ago, before the ivory skin, when history was at today's peak.

Am I telling tall tales or does my story stand bipedal?

A spider's web to feast on the bloodthirsty mosquitoes.

Perhaps I'm willing to insist the bloodline dates to the time of Nero.

Perhaps I'm willing to only provide proofs that add up to zero.

The truth of words depends on choice.

At least I CAN have a poetic voice.

Whether or not our time is spent

Perhaps we can be content.

Just wrote this after a sad day, about my time at a funeral home - just some thoughts that swirled through my head. Do you have any suggestions for me on writing better?

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I'm an invisible man

in the mirror (where I belong)

I'm only reflected by tears

Goodbye, my words, a silent hand

They grasp me and say "so long."

How come the character I made of myself in The Sims gave up his marriage and let a man kiss him?

So I only knew this guy for a couple of hours... the guy decides he wants to kiss me and I'm just cool with that and in love with him all the sudden!?!? I had been supporting my wife as a criminal for almost a whole month! Now she slaps the taste out my mouth and I totally want to marry this new dude!

My new friend's name is Long-Schlong MacGuire. He's a good-looking redheaded black guy. (Why am I hard as a rock when he touches my avatar? Why wasn't I as aroused when my wife kissed me?) My last name is The Great. Should I kiss and hug him and propose or should I let him propose so I have to take his last name? Should I quit my life of crime? I'm totally in shape, logical, I'm an awesome cook, I can fix anything, my personality is awesome... I have loads of cash! What should I do?

Seriously, do you think I'm REALLY gay or is it just a game? I think I'd like it if a man who I get along with made out with me. Should I pursue a real life as awesome as the fake gay life that makes me happy?

This is a serious question. I want to know if my fantasies are meaningful.

An occasional tip of the hat... would you be so kind? Would it depend on whether the spy was just doing his/her job?