Please tell me everything, this means you, I am hungry and also

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(person) by junkpile (3 y) (print)   (I like it!) 31 C!s Wed Sep 06 2000 at 16:12:32

I celebrate myself, and sing myself. Every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I hope to trade you a story for a story, hoping to cease not till death.


I am a jumbleheap of leftovers which don't all match up, but then again lots of them do. I am the only one who needs all my pieces, but then again I give at least one piece to everyone.


I studied psychology to understand people and when I started to understand, I quit.


I taught a girl how to hydroplane and, later, how to make love. I like tall women and blonde men and everyone else. This morning I made the FedEx man laugh, who never laughs.   I am the one Alice wanted after all.


I fix things and explain things. I am a part of this screen and so are you; when we read each other, we become part of each other. I want to know the biggest idea you carry around inside you. I want to eat everything you can say. Tell me your three wishes and I will grant one.


I leave index cards with my email address on public tables. The cards say, If I left you my name, would you tell me something that happened when you were seven? Would you tell me about open windows and your mother? Would you tell me everything?


I have a loud holy vision that is beginning to set things on fire. I have a soft wind vision that I am giving away for free. Vision after vision I am waiting for the right one to electrically engulf me and reawaken every cell. When I am king no one will go hungry.


I make resolutions and keep them. I have never used one of my votes and I never will. It is safe to trust me with secrets and babies.


I am vain and happy and I want to give you both these things. I am unleashed. I take a photograph of myself every day. Thom Yorke offered to marry me but I said No, everyone likes you better lonely.


Every day I learn something and do a good deed. Every day I eat green things. Everyday I write the book and by now you are probably in it.


I am junkpile. One day I will step out of my body and burst into bloom. I never get cramps, every letter of my name is silent, and in my dreams I can always, always fly.

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