mike-westWhisper

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An Ode To PooOh my little piece of poo, / How much that I do cherish you. / A texture like that of sticky clay.
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Aug 1, 2012
Another Ode Too PooHello again my piece of poo. / Sing your praises again I'll do. / You come in such a wide variety.
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Aug 1, 2012
A Weird DreamHere's a dream for someone to analyze. I was eating this stuff I was finding like a snack food but I didn't know what it was or where I was finding it. I just knew it was the best thing I ever tasted. It had a waxy texture that kinda stuck to my teeth and reminded me of perhaps candle wax but It was so good that I ran around to all my friends to get them to try it but no one would. In fact they were appalled that I was eating it at all. Eventually, as I continued to eat the stuff like I was addicted because I was, me friends started to chastise me and threaten to end our friendship if I didn't stop so I started to sneak eating it so no one would see me doing it. Eventually though, I got caught by my brother who acted very disappointed in me. So he threatened to commit me to an asylum if I didn't stop eating the stuff. I explained how tasty and good it was and that I didn't want to stop. He then told me in a stern voice to look at what I was eating so I looked down and in my hands were these very dark brown dried up cat turds that I was apparently retrieving from the litter box but I didn't remember where I got them from. As the realization of what I was eating dawned on me, I instantly became horrified. So horrified that I woke up and sat straight up in my bed. It was so vivid that I had to go to the bathroom and wash my mouth out. I think I will remember this dream for the rest of my life.
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Jun 2, 2017
Barefoot in My YardBarefoot in my yard as I did run / I felt not the grass, but something quite warm. / Between my toes I felt it squish
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May 29, 2012
DepressionIn the coldness and the dark / Emptiness, existance stark / Not so much as a tiny spark
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Dec 10, 2012
Diaper DutyDiaper duty's not that bad. / The first few months go well. / Baby doesn't go that much,
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Oct 3, 2012
Facebook (Sung to the melody of the song "Silence")Hello Facebook my old friend. / I'm reading posts on you again. / Up at 2:30 in the morning
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Dec 27, 2018
Food PoisoningAnimal Crackers and my soup / Undigested in my **** / All the food I ate today
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Jan 18, 2014
Honey DipperYou're on your way to where the job is at. / Wearing boots, coveralls, goves and a hat. / It's **** that floats in an unergroung vat.
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Aug 4, 2012
Into My EyeWaking early in the morning and stepping out to see / The sun rise to begin, the day so beautifully / The sky was free of clouds and red off to the east
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Sep 30, 2012
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