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 Aug 2013 Cass
Nat Lipstadt
http://m.wikihow.com/Unhook-a-Bra

Pinch the eyelets but oh so gently,
To properly unhook the device to safely release paradise
From it's containment chamber.
This be one of many secrets to unlocking
The mechanism that holds some of the happy things
The human body artist conceived
To perpetuate the
Species.

According to the internet,
To extract joy to the world correctly,
Depends upon both your station and your
Positioning.

Thus, it helps to have GPS,
Which most men think is that pointy thing
Between their legs,
But is not.

Given the laws of gravity,
And other natural limitations,
Sadly that utensil of little avail
In this surgical operation.

If one desires to release the tension
Between the connectors of the protectors,
Guardians of her heart,
It will be necessary to
Let your fingers do the walking.

So cut and paste the title above,
In your web browser place!
Do your homework or risk feeling
As petite as a schnauzer.

Seems your natural tendency,
Righty or lefty, matters in this endeavor,
Of which I was unawares, oft pressing the incorrect lever.
This, the likely cause of my spectacular
Teenage
Fumblings and failures.

Had I known that fact,
In the days before the Internet,
Surely I would have brought along my
Catchers mitt
To step up my game.

Sage advice the article provides:
Get a bra, and practice, practice, practice!
It gets easier with experience.


But methinks that is a bit of a
Risky adventure,
Lest you be seen boy,
Practicing upon yourself,
Or even a dummy,
Dummy!

So cut and paste the title above
In your web browser,
Do your home work or risk feeling
As petite as a pocket schnauzer.

But the most important tip
This wealthy article of information provides,
The conclusion.

In the hour of your desperate struggle,
Drooping
Ego
And
Crushed
Pride,
Ask for assistance from one more practiced,
Hopefully nearby,
Whose help usually comes with a charming smile
of touching condescension
For your male idiocy and verbal in-articulation.

She, unawares, that you have got her
Positioned precisely where you want!


For when you lift her up,
In a free state, the one Divinity intended,
and in your arms, enfolded and protected,
In one grand poetic gesture,
Sweep her off her feet,
Her surprise will be

..
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So Touching!
No comment.   Nah changed my mind. If you ain't smilin or laughing by now, you need to practice
doing that as well!


Go to

**http://m.wikihow.com/Unhook-a-Bra**

Further research on the subject as suggested by a reader:
Names of Bras - see  http://shop.lululemon.com/products/clothes-accessories/women-sports-bras/Itty-Bracer?cc=4528&skuId;=3503835&catId;=uswwearit1

My fav is Ta Ta Tamer
 Aug 2013 Cass
Morgan
So I curled one knee up to my chest
Used it like an arm rest
Limb on limb
Anchored my other foot to the gas
And drove blindly into random neighborhoods
Where the kids slept
And the street lights flickered
I called you once I made it into
New Jersey
I felt reckless
And calm
All at once as your voice cut the silence
Of my weary car
I was muffling my tears with the sleeve
Of your gray sweatshirt
Trying not to let my voice break into you
But
You didn't ask a single question
You already knew
"I'm here"
You told me
And I cried into the phone the whole way home
 Aug 2013 Cass
Courtney Snodgrass
Skip the coffee,
And breakfast in bed.
I’d rather you stay by my side,
And feed me with kisses instead.
Wrap me in your arms,
While under the sheet,
Smother me with love,
And I’ll be complete.
 Jul 2013 Cass
Morgan
There is nothing convenient about answering a call to be flooded with a sea of tears & thoughts at four in the morning when you need to be up at seven or a collection of band tees cluttering your closet space.

There is nothing convenient about driving 100 miles an hour down the freeway in the middle of a shift or missing a lighter every time you go to smoke.

There is nothing convenient about standing in the rain until a fight is resolved or finding melted guitar picks all over your laundry.

A love that exists according to convenience
is not a love at all

You'll know the first time you decide to kiss his scars instead of your own because all of a sudden the pain radiating from his eyes hurts worse than the pain growing from your core.

You'll know the first time you find yourself spending countless hours caring for his friends because all of a sudden everyone who matters to him matters to you.

*You'll know the first time you decide that the sound of his voice & the scent of his skin are worth being inconvenienced for the rest of your life because the lack of either feel like the end of the world.
 Jul 2013 Cass
Morgan
We sat in a circle
chain smoking
between bowl packs
and bitter shots
We almost forgot
what it was like
when our lives
revolved
solely
around
crowd surfing
at cheap shows
We almost forgot
how it felt
to care so much
about
anarchy
and
atheism
We lost our hearts
somewhere
between
the
long shifts
and
hospital trips
We have so much
more
than we did back then
But we are so much
less
than we were back then
And he said
"I
would
overdose
tonight
if
I
had
the
*******
money.
I
would
end
it
all
tonight
if
I
didn't
sp­end
my
last
fifty
bucks
on
gas
just
to
get
here,
just
to
see
you
­*****,
just
to
remember
to
forget
what
real
happiness
tastes
like­
because
I'm
sure
it's
sweeter
than
*******
and
warmer
than
whisk­ey"
Well
"I GUESS THIS IS GROWING UP"
That empty laugh
That makes our ears ring
Because we know
just what it's
hiding
 Jun 2013 Cass
Tatiana Arredondo
So anxious I'm jumpy,
Internally deflated and still hoping.

So disappointed I don't want to care.
But if you came calling I'd still answer

in a heart beat.
 Jun 2013 Cass
Morgan
I don't care about getting it right anymore
Give it to me all wrong
I'll take it
I don't need to be the bigger person anymore
Shrink me down to size
I'll be it
I don't wanna feel special
I just wanna feel good
I don't mind my imperfect teeth
I just want a reason to show them
Don't change a thing about those crooked bones
Just lay them over mine
Don't shed a tear from those awkward eyes
Just focus them on mine
"Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, that he died every night to let her breathe."

How interesting that story is.
Though I don't really know
If the plot Is realistic enough
To pertain to my
Plain life.

But I can tell you a tale
Of a damsel in distress
Waking up groggy
Looking for her dress.
Glancing at her greasy hair
In a mirror that had a tendency to stare.

A story of a girl who died everyday
Waiting for a kiss to bring her alive.
A kiss that happened a few times and some
But she'd still go home and cry
When she would again, feel numb.

She doesn't remember a time
When she wasn't a piece of meat.
A time when she could talk to a guy
And not expect it to end in
Who will go down when they meet.

She is so used and doesn't have the strength
To say no anymore, or make them wait.
She's waiting now for someone new to come around
And take her breath away.
With big hands and a pair of lips
That kiss her in just that way.
 Jun 2013 Cass
Morgan
I have ink where my skin should be.
You trace it with your finger tips
every time you kiss me.
There are planes and sky scrapers
where the stars should be
in this cluttered city.
I pulled over at four in the morning
Lit a flare & lied down in the middle of the road.
I watched the sky fade
from black to gray and back again.
I counted the long faded, white scars on my wrists & my thighs until the morning sun swallowed me.
You counted unread text
messages as you sent them.
One
Hey where are you
Two
Please I'm worried
Three
Not this again
Four
I can't do this tonight
Five
Please don't
Six
Please don't **** yourself
Seven
I love you
Eight
I'm calling the police
Nine
Just make it through this night
Ten
Call me in the morning
****** sweetheart,
I did it again.
I'm sorry.
I fell off of the planet.
I melted into the night.
Please believe me angel
when I say,
I'm not going away from here.
I'm just going ******* crazy.
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