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This page copyright 1998 The Shrubbery |
Poetry PageVortex Into Insanity 1 i walk in the schoolyard. the Sweater is tied tightly around my waist. soiled from lacrosse, i'm sure. i lift a sleeve (ever so nonchalantly so that no one will find out my secret) to take a whiff of the ape-scent gloriola embedded in the wool. my Soul is screaming, but i have no mouth. the Beginning of my death is coming soon. does He reciprocate these intense feelings? it's like waiting, waiting, waiting for the Raindrops of summer. Vortex Into Insanity. By Ann Newman and Patrick Kirkbride Vortex Into Insanity 2 Sigmund Freud's psychodynamic theory torturing my mind positive attribution I can't seem to find studying psychology is a boring task psychology spewing out of my fat ass I can't eat without thinking of the anal stage I can't dream without thinking of the latency stage Green colorless ideas sleep furiously. By Ann Newman and Patrick Kirkbride |