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Password Retention by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 21 January 2012

Password Retention by T.W. Snicket

Living with girls you start to understand (in general) their humor, flaws, sensitivities, and worries.
This, in turn,  allows for a certain sense of freedom to look at or through.
Very liberating

I never went to summer camp but I bet I would have won an award.
Most likely any of the games revolved around ropes, wheels, or science experiments.
1st prize!
People would clap

If your really excited about something that deserves a clap
You should spit on your hands first.
Make sure somebody sees you.
Then wink.

Graduating from College is the most pathetic thing
And Fuck You if you say otherwise.
I hear “well you never would have met so and so if you never went”
I bet I would have.
(in general) Some of the smartest people I ever met didn’t graduate from that money hole.
Take that to the bank and have it bounce.

I pride myself on password retention.
Is there an award for that?
Who would judge that?
I need to win an event that makes the local news only.

Do you know when the next event you could enter and possibly win is?
Find it
And Enter.
1st Prize

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week – Not Just Jeans by T. W. Snicket

No Comments 30 November 2011

Like Frankenstein s Monster
Stitched fabric brought to life
Stained with stories
Ripped
Clinging to my Soul
Faded over time
Frayed
Unwashed
Patched
Mended
Alive

Poetry

Wednesday Poem of the Week – Cat Syndrome by T.W. Snicket

No Comments 14 September 2011

Cat Syndrome

Its math and science
Shaved heads, books, and farm equipment
The sources of Information keep tight-lipped during periods of unrest
We scramble to hold onto our books
We scramble to hold up and hide on our island

Nights grow shorter
Meetings underground
Goons, Mindless Goons don’t worry us
Traitors do
Can’t believe they are around every corner
Won’t be able to move
Paralysis is the end
Move, keep moving

We need a new plan
New names, New identification
This will be the last time I see you
Live life
Die trying
This is not the end
There are more
They will help


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