These are a few of my favorite pieces from the literary tornado of 2004.



Not quite Eros
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Red loved excercising, yes he did. He loved the feeling of picking up a set of weights and breaking and degrading his tattered frusterated body into nothing but a pile of sweat and fucking pain. He enjoyed watching the veins pop out of his arm, the ones he had seen when he was a boy and thought "how sick that looks, all those guys with bulging muscles and veins the size of quarter-inch PVC pipes." He strived for that now, he thought it was the most sexy thing he'd ever seen in hs life. He wanted to be the most sexy thing he'd ever seen in his life, so he would run. He would run and run and run. "I'm gonna rip my legs off by the time I'm done," he thought. Red also loved crunches. Oh, how he loved doing crunches. He had began working out absolutely hating those damn things. But now that he had developed a brick wall six-pack, he loved the thought of lifting his shirt for one instananeous moment in front of some unsuspecting girl, maybe to stretch, or maybe just as a sort of "Safety blanket" type of thing. Anyway, he did it constantly, and most of the time he got the same reaction, "damn"¦" from under the girls breath. He was quite modest and very polite, and nothing inside him was truly evil, he just wanted to be thought attractive. It was more for his wife than anything. He didn't have a wife, but hoped to. Red thought it would be absolutely incredible and would make him so happy when his wife talked to other people saying something like, "Red is so nice, he's polite and kind and I love him so much. He's also quite smart, I've never met anyone like him"¦ oh yes, and he's Fantastically Hot!"

This gave Red the most pleasure from working out. Thinking about how his wife would react to his physique. So he would pick up those Damn heavy weights, and lift and lift. He'd hop on those tread mills and run and run. He'd do whatever it took to become his own little Eros to the Greeks, only he favored women.
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I wrote my billet doux (Path- Part I)
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rather odiose days
results of haggard ways
I wrote my billet doux
and threw the drivel away

erred for abysmal mind
lost light and wound up blind
I rest aphotic eyes
and thought it ill designed

stepped off the narrow course
forfeit the firm, true horse
I tread on naked feet
and commenced my feet to bleed

yes, rather odiose days
results of haggard ways
I wrote my billet doux
and threw the drivel away
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children
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The people will share their inner feelings
whether they like it or not
They'll talk to me
and show themselves
silly little children of God
Oval heads,
Mishaped faces,
and noses that stick out too far
Beautiful.
their smiles still get to me
God made them perfectly
short arms,
long legs,
and every obtuse part
I could fall in love with every one of you
You've snatched up my heart
you thieves, you
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Peri (elysian fields)
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Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
I'm calling you, to me.

Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
I'm calling you, to me.

Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
And you want to too, to see.

Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
And you'll accrue, to me.

Where we stand's, a broken world.
Retaining verity

From the gilded children who,
we denote as prodigy.

Treed in a purely wanton land;
Resisting conjointly

Fighting with pugnacious love,
for vows and humility.

Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
I'm calling you, to see.

Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
And you'll want to too, to see.

Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
I'm calling you honestly

In order to make you raise your lips,
for risibility.

Angel Wings, I'm calling you.
And love me with your tears.

Linger here until time dies,
Where we'll decamp from all our fears.
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~Beau