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a girl who does stuff

  • 9th October
    2011
  • 09
  • 2nd September
    2011
  • 02

ourexquisitecorpse:

I don’t want an orgy, I can barely ride the bus
then I peed my pants a little.
Wasps tumble from her palms.
I love because He first loved me But that doesn’t mean that I love the way he wants me.
I think everyone hates me sometimes.
Sometime when it’s quiet, tell me what you hear.
He shouted - perhaps threateningly, perhaps provocatively - and I quickened my step.
Let’s not forget backflips!  Spines like spaghetti!
Who knew insane would taste like cashews?
We stole a tray of carrots from the picnic and got in the runaway car as fast as possible.
I couldn’t see through it.
The day I realized my feet were my eyes.
Handy people with really soft hands
Dreamed of something terrible, but forgot what it was.
The way out is a way in.
The lock is broken, the door is open.
My female is actually very male.
It’s not gay marriage.  It’s marriage.
The princess squirmed against her sausage-like captors.
You make me feel very banana
it wasn’t until I ate it,
and that’s how you tell kids a story.
Me no hungry.
I thought she was at least eighteen.
I spend plenty of time up my own ass.
I wish I had
elbow macaroni blast into space.

(This is the Exquisite Corpse created by the attendees of the Pittsburgh Zine Fair!  Thanks to everybody who came out to the event and a special thanks to everyone who submitted a line for this poem!  If you missed a chance to submit at the fair, don’t worry, we are ALWAYS accepting lines at Our Exquisite Corpse!  So send one in!)

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    2011
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    2010
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    2010
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    2010
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    2010
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    2010
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    2010
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    2010
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