MIA

[<sarah>]

I'm not a good person. I laugh when I'm not supposed to, at my own humor -- that's the worst kind of person. Oh, well, fuck it, along with fuck face frost! Alliteration, now all we need is rhyme and we'll be winning our own pulitizers.

[<sarah>]

Smile is on no code

Don't it make you smile
when the sun don't shine

(Yes, sometimes it does)

[<mccutcheon>]

Robert Frost ain't no Robert Zimmerman
A cold cabbage Jack Frost frozen
ointment treatment of the bruise
the blushing red raw of scrape
the purple of a black eye
these colors of fall on the female form
nature he knew
nurture he didn't
Robert was lost
Robert was dumb
He didn't go the right way
But in highschool
They will teach you
You must try to write his style to get an A
Absurd

[<mccutcheon>]

shit I forgot to put 'blame' into the poem. Rosie called from Vegas and then got into trouble for having a phone, like I could give her the numbers at Crap. Anyway I was talking to the screaming Rosie as they dragged her out. The line was supposed to read-

ointment treatment of the blame bruise

sorry but there was no way I could fit in fingerspitzengefuehl, unless when Robert got to the fork in the road and he took the path less traveled he found out there was no McDonald's on that route and he mumbled 'fingerspitzengefuehl' in disgust over his grumbling stomach.