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THE PENCOPAL PROJECT
2004-04-22 - 11:48 a.m. An article on reuters.com indicates that poets die young. The researcher calls it the Sylvia Plath Effect. I call it the too-much-drugs-wallowing-in-your-pain-should�ve-seen-a-shrink-romanticizing-suicide-and-depression effect. But that�s just me. If I were a poet, I don�t think I�d die young. I�d die destitute and poor, because the shit would be so terrible. This research may not be complete. Nowhere in the article did it mention the life span of poets who write limericks. Today, I�m bored enough to dash off a few. Pastori-i, these first three go out to you. There once was a guy named Dan Who had a master plan He�d smoke a fat joint Then perform at The Point Air guitaring his part in a band ******* Pastori-i was real horny So he joined an S and M tourney A girl with a mask Strapped one on, took the task Pastori-i�s ass is in glory ******* Now, I love Maroon 5 Pastori-i thinks they are jive But what does he know He�s too high on blow This guy paid to see Buckethead live ******* Colin Farrell is totally hot If he asked me to fuck I would not His dick�s likely green his skeet's nasty and mean And I don�t want my girl parts to rot � � |