The hunter didn't kill her
But the Japanese did.
Crossing the street at Center and 9th,
That little Toyota Camry
Bent her legs up over her head.
She lay there in that man made bed,
Until finally she was bled.
Arbitrary Fame is based on my personal concept of definition. Definition is innate. It is a silhouette on the horizon. Definition comes in many different ways. Some are personal and only we, ourselves, understand them. Other forms of definition are dependant on our interactions and relationships with the people around us. I am a brother, a son, a friend, and a writer. These are my writings. This is me.
ugh. this, by disgusting chance, doesn't have anything to do with frivolous time spent skiing in the backwoods? i seriously thought about commenting on that status--was gonna say "what would bambi possibly care about enough to stop and listen to you share a poem?"
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