Walter Whitman I adore you (person)
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Fri Jul 28 2000 at 14:52:52
The first hippie, the original
shouted seething, laughed and leaped and
. You knew how to get turned on and tell people about it, without a trace of shame. Nothing you did had shame in it because it was all
just being human
I bet you died smiling. If God let you
, I'm sure he let you come back as something really good. But that's silly I know because for you there would have been no bad options, nothing you did not want to be. You will always be limitless scrawls in my mind,
fresh dark wet ink
scrawls. I read your words and I want to be everybody and everything. I want to yell in all the ways there are to yell, even the quiet ones. I want to live my whole life outside.
I was at the beach and I saw
playing in the surf and I watched them until
it occurred to me who I had become
. The boys did not know it. They were
just being beautiful
, and I got to watch. I will always adore you for knowing how much fun it can be simply to be here and to
keep your eyes open
dig whatever you dig
and to make it all true to the core.
I like it!
The boys did not know it. They were just being beautiful, and I got to watch.
I know better than you do that I've got a hold on you.
Dropping out of college is scary
It could be the last time you see me alive
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The Delicate Art of the Rifle
Human beings will believe anything
let me know who you are now.
You're too young to be so old
I need these blue and black halos for comfort, to remind me where I am, who I am, when I am
Wandering about with keys dangling from an oversized shoelace around your neck
fresh dark wet ink
For those on the verge of leaving
How to write lyrics
This is me. This is who I am. The numbers shouldn't matter.
flowered and returned to the Mississippi mud
The people who matter most to me are the ones who make me laugh
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
I who put thorns on the briars and gave insects their sting
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