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i'm a tees & flip flop kind of person. a writer, at some point. i live, eat, breath sports & i don't give a dirty shit about your perfectly manicured nails & your two layer cake make up.

yes, i'm stubborn, rude, deceitful, aggressive and a critic. if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

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heaven?
08 February 2006 7:19 pm


what age are you in heaven? I mean, if its heaven,
you should be at your beauty queen best,
and i doubt that all the people who die of old age
are wandering around toothless and bald.
it open up a whole additional realm of question too.
if you hang yourself, do you walk around all gross and blue,
with your tongue spitting out of your mouth?
if you are killed in a war, do you spend eternity,
minus the leg that got blown up by a mine?

i figure that maybe you get a choice.
you fill out the application form that asks you if,
you want a star view or a cloud view,
if you like chicken or fish for dinner.
what age you like to be seen as by everyone else.
like me, i might pick twenty,
in the hopes i grow boobs by then,
and even if i'm prunny centegenarian by the time I die,
in heaven i'd be young and pretty.

so maybe there is a place in life you wear out like a rut,
or even better, like the soft spot on the couch.
and no matter whay else happen to you,
you come back to that.

the problem i suppose, is everyone that different?
what happen in heaven when all these people,
trying to find each other after so many years spend apart?
say that you die and start looking around for your husband,
who died five years ago. what if you are picturing him at seventy,
but he hit his groove at sixteen and is wandering arnd suave as can be?

or what if you did die at sixteen, but in heaven right,
you choose to look thirtyfive,an age got to be here on earth.
how would anyone ever be able to find you?

by imagination.
i was just curious?
doest any of you wonder?