A Thousand Thoughts…
A thousand is a funny number. And it’s inaccurate just the same.
There are a few things I’d like to gripe about, but the energy is no longer there. There are a few points I’d like to make but they’re too blurred in my own thoughts to create anything coherent in writing.
I realized something this morning… I really just don’t care right now.
A bitch is a bitch and she’ll always be that way. A good deed gone unnoticed will be rewarded just the same. And both work vice-versa. So why care?
posted by Tainted Female at
8:24 AM
4 Comments:
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Dunno Taint, I'm a bit partial to uneven and wierd and totally forgettable (like mine own self) numbers like 65535, instead of a beautifully rounded off 1000. Hey I love Pi too.
Nice poetry. Put an image of a wounded bird into my bloated brain. A bird like the one that had fallen in my house, once when I was a child. It pained me that the bird couldn't tell me where it hurt and who had done that to her. This was before I went to the Idi Amin graduate school for Torture.
tainted,
You've been right about me on most accounts and wrong on afew. Either way, it matters not now.
I wish you only the best all your days.
Caelum adurO
I'm afraid I have no idea who you are, but thank you for your kind words just the same.
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