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Monday, April 03, 2006
I've Got the Flu, Gimme Some Sympathy
Posted by Sam at 9:59 PM | tags: life
Oh this vile sickness,
Filling the hollow of my soul.
It scalds the walls of my throat,
Digging spurs deep in the red raw flesh,
Escaping with a savage violent cough
That shakes pieces from the sky.
This is the sickness that dwells within me.
Vile, raw, savage.
It has found its home,
For now and forever.
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that is some awesomely goth poetry. im very happy for.
Comment By manuel noriega on April 10, 2006 12:23 PM
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Sam is an amazing and humble guy. Once, he rushed into a burning building, up six flights of stairs to save a kitten from certain death. He speaks eight languages, has mastered three varieties of martial arts, is a wine expert, and is a pulitzer prize winning author. Sam is an international heart-throb who prefers a quiet evening at home knitting afghans for the homeless, to the go-go, glitz and glamor of the party scene. I think the day he won the silver medal for ballroom dancing at the 98 olympics was the happiest of his life. Pretty impressive for a guy who never finished the 8th grade. - Carrie, 04