[-------------------------------------------------------------------------] -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] ____ ____ ____ _I_R_ | || |\ \ M E | || |/____/ Happily Forgetting it All P A | || |\ \ ir file number 050 U L |____||____| |____| released 10.08.00 L I | || |\| | by linear S T |____||____| |____| we're just fucking with your mind. E Y even_god_reads_it [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] [revised 12/06/00] Allow me to explain this textfile. This is a sort of poem, although it is not broken up at a bunch of lines like most poems. It's a really bad poem full of sloppy ryhmes. Most of my poems come out like this. That's why I don't write poetry for IR. Anyway, I was bet that I couldn't write a poem in under a minute during class the day I wrote this. So I tried it. And this happened. I know it sucks, but I thought it was kinda cool, in that "LOOK!@!#$ LAME POETRY!" way. Lame poetry is funny. -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- And now I understand how it's so easy to forget, As long as you have someone to forget it with. It's kind of funny how the bitterness that I could never seem to resist has left me now and I unclench my fists. And those memories of you and me and them at that place where I never want to be again - They don't mean anything to me anymore. I've started to forget what it was I at one point thought I cared for. The replies that I had to your lies and all your good-byes - well, they're no longer worth saying. My mind no longer feels it's necessary to keep replaying. Replaying all the things I could have said at one time that never got out but sounded so perfect in my mind - How could I be so blind? But maybe I never really was, maybe I just closed my eyes to pretend - Because my pride had been tarnished and to shut everything out was the only way to defend. So maybe I'll stop trying to parody a style that isn't mine - but it helps to clear my mind. A better cure then time. Almost as clean as companionship - and now I can finally happily forget. [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] Copyright (c) 2000 IMPULSE REALITY PRESS - http://phonelosers.net/ir [-------------------------------------------------------------------------]